Ever have one of those days the alarm clock goes off and you cringe. You want to lean over to turn it off, but you are too tired to move. So you put the pillow over your head and try to nod back off. But someone has turned the volume unusually high, so it's hard to ignore.
You doze off a little and have a quick dream that somehow ended up with Mark and Brian in it. Which is wierd, because you have never actually seen them, they are only on the radio....then it hits you....the alarm radio is still playing in the back of your head and infiltrated your dreams.....
Your nose is a little cold, so you know when you throw back the covers, you are going to be hit with ice. This furthers your desire to stay in bed as the comforter has made your world perfect.
You hunker down just a little bit more, determined to turn off the radio without actually moving.
You doze off again for a brief instant....
Then like a flash, you remember what day it is, and that if you throw your schedule off by another minute, you will be late the rest of the day. This one minute holds the key to a good day or a bad day...
Yet, your desire to move just isn't there. You could care less and you start to rationalize that no one will die if you don't show up.
But what about the kids.....shoot. One of them asked me to wake them up so they could finish their homework and since you aren't sure how much time she needs....you have two choices....
Get up - or let her skip school.....
Since you haven't moved at this point - it's a make or break moment.
But the blankets feel soooo good. And you're so tired. Just like every other morning.
You think of your cherubs little face and you see her homework....and you throw off the blankets and let the ice hit you....
It only took 20 minutes of self negotiations, and either way, you lost...
Ever have a morning like that?
I just did.
Happy Friday
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