I got up early.
Indeed: I was up before 8 a.m. I was even awake before 7 a.m. I got out of bed at precisely 7 a.m.
Of course, I couldn't do it alone.
My mom called at 6:07 a.m. My alarm went off at 6:30. My mom called again at 6:32, and stayed on the phone until I could prove I was out of bed. Of course, I promptly got back into bed and cuddled with my dog. But I stayed awake the whole time, decided I'd cuddle Bijou until 6:59, and then I got up.
I was out of the shower by 7:30, when Bijou went nuts because there was knocking at the door. And lo, Ian was there with a box of doughnuts and a nutritious morning Dr. Pepper (his soda, doughnutty goodness for both of us). Mom called again around 8 a.m. to see if I had fallen back to sleep somehow, and I was out walking Bijou when she called. Imagine her surprise when I called back and didn't sound sleepy.
This wouldn't be such a big deal if I hadn't been trying to get up early on a regular basis all summer--and been failing miserably.
I have been chronically late to work this summer, except for maybe one or two days in May. Yesterday I was almost a whole hour late, and it wasn't the first time.
It's not like I want to get up late. I'm actually a morning person--there's something so enjoyable about being up when the day is new. But I also enjoy sleeping. It's not a good combination.
Hopefully I can train myself to get up at 6 a.m. every weekday before the end of the summer. I have no choice--there's a graduate orientation session I have to be at by 8 a.m. the week before classes start. I was still sound asleep in bed at that time yesterday!
Here's to hoping. Wish me luck!
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