Yet again this morning I struggled to get up out of bed. After a late night sat up working, and a false smoke alarm it meant I didn’t get to bed until nearly 1am.
My alarm went off at 6:30am as usual, and I hit the snooze button. I won’t lie. I do this every single day. I am NOT getting up at 6:30am unless it’s for the kids (and even then, I’m not massively keen…).
In fact, I rarely get out of bed before 7:20am, because I am hitting the snooze button every ten minutes. You see, I have this issue. Always have, and I imagine I probably always will have. I just can’t seem to get out of bed in a morning!
I genuinely hate getting up.
I hate that feeling of waking up, being so comfy and warm, and having that ‘slap in the face’ reality that it’s time to get up for work!
But, do you really lose if you snooze? Does it make you less of a person or an achiever if you sleep more? I really hope not..
I hear these stories of people getting up at 6am on a day off, springing out of bed eager to start their day, running in the park before tucking into a healthy breakfast of porridge with freshly made fruit compote.
Well, that will never be me.
I like to get up at late as humanly possible, I don’t eat breakfast and as soon as I am awake I am on the hunt for coffee. I walk into things, I’m generally in a grumpy mood and I don’t particularly like having conversation with anyone before 8am.
I am however rarely late for anything, and if I have to get up, of course I do! But, I never find it easy!
Of course, with the kids it’s different. I breastfed Willow for eleven months, and she didn’t officially ‘sleep through’ until recently, so I was up, feeding her a few times a night most of this time.
With Gabriel, although I didn’t feed him for quite as long, I was still up a lot. Of course, Dave did his fair share, but when he was up for work the next day and he couldn’t ‘feed’ the baby there really didn’t seem much point us both being up in the night! Even a few months on, I feel deserve a few lie-ins! However this isn’t my excuse, I’ve never really liked getting out of bed!
When I worked my Police shifts, this suited me, because although there were early shifts, there was also a lot of late starts, which meant lots of sleep and after working 12 or 14 hour shifts this was most welcomed!
I don’t think having a lie in or being rubbish at getting up makes me lazy or a rubbish Mummy. I think it’s just my reality. It’s part of who I am. I love my bed and sleeping and I’m not afraid to admit it. My name is Michelle and I like to press snooze, a lot! There, I said it.
But seriously, in life I like to think I’m a ‘do-er’. I do lots and I work hard, so I’m tired. I’m a night owl too. I stay up late, working, writing or reading because often I just don’t feel tired, or I’ve tried to have an early night but for one reason or another, it just doesn’t happen!
It probably doesn’t help that my hours at work are flexible. I don’t have to be at work for 8am, and I often start later and work late.
The kids don’t often wake up until later either, which is nice for Dave who’s at home with them all day at the moment, but, rising alone to an empty house and having to be quiet getting ready is a little soul destroying for me.
Maybe I’m crap at getting up in a morning, but please don’t judge me for loving my bed. Although, any advice on becoming an early bird, would be most welcome!