Yes, before we go any farther, I know that I am using the most misused quote in the world.....but this morning when the alarm went off, I actually wondered if death is the only way I would finally feel rested.
That moment when you are violently yanked from peaceful bliss. Dream free slumber destroyed by the blaring sounds of a radio. THAT is the moment that ruins every day.
I have my clock radio across the room. Otherwise, I will simply hit the snooze button and go back to sleep....9 times. I have it set to music because my body hates the painful cacophony of an alarm so much that I have been known to get up, walk across the room, turn off the offending noise and go back to bed...all without waking up.
This morning as I got ready for my day, I noticed that I must have missed some mascara last night when I washed my face...there it was smeared under my eyes. I dutifully washed, brushed and primed myself to a semi-awake state, only to realize there had been no missed makeup....that was just my very own dark circles adorning my face.
I immediately make a resolution to get more sleep. I will go to bed at 8 o'clock tonight. Oh, wait, I can't. Um tomorrow? Nope, painting the final coat on the room. Friday? Well, that's Wild West Night. Maybe when I'm dead.....