Why is it that I absolutely cannot get out of bed until I’ve hit the snooze button at least 5 times? My planned morning sounds so mature, responsible and even godly:
7.15am – Alarm goes off.
7.20am – Leap out of bed praising God for another day. Make coffee, eat cereal, feed cat, prepare healthy lunch for work.
7.40am – Quiet time of reading and coffee to set me up for the day ahead.
8am – Shower, hair, make-up, clothes.
8.30am – Pick things up, tidy things away, ensure house is presentable and neat.
8.40am – Leave house.
Every single night, I go to bed fully intending to put this dream into practice. And what usually happens is this:
7.15am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
7.25am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
7.35am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
7.45am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
7.55am – Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
8.05am – Alarm goes off. Realise time. Leap out of bed not so much praising God as asking “Why, God? WHY?”.
8.20am – Emerge from shower and do clothes/hair/make-up things whilst falling over hungry cat winding itself around my legs and crying pitifully (the cat, I mean, not me. Most days.)
8.35am – Feed cat. Note dying plant beside cat food and say “I MUST water that later.” As per every morning.
8.36am – Contemplate feeding self. Dismiss idea in favour of grabbing a packet of crisps, the stale heel of a loaf, and and out of date yoghurt. Assemble these items in plastic bag and call them ‘lunch’.
8.39am – Search for phone.
8.42am – Locate phone under ‘lunch’ bag. Search for car keys.
8.45am – Sheepishly remove keys from fridge. Run from house in flustered manner.
8.47am – Return to house. Lift lunch bag and phone. Leave house.