Second, I have to throw back the covers. If I don't, I'm still cocooned in the lovely warmth of our bed, and I just can't break free. But when the covers are off, and I'm feeling the chillness, I know I've got to get up. At the very least, to warm up again!
Third, I turn on the light. At which point my husband rolls away from the light, groaning, and pulls the discarded covers back over him, falling asleep again. But by the time I've turned on the light, I'm awake. I'm up. I'm finding my slippers (and how is it that they are never together even though I take them off at the same time?) and I'm leaving our bedroom and going upstairs to rouse our sleeping kids out of their beds.
I turn on the hall light, I open their doors, I talk to them, and then I go downstairs to wait. I give them a ten minute snooze, then I call up the stairs for them to get up.
They take after their dad, rolling over and going back to sleep instantly, but they also take after me because when their ten minute snooze alarm goes off, they do get up. They just needed a few more minutes.....
Oh, I use to hit the snooze button once too. Now, I don't have to get up, my children have left the roost and I don't have a job to rush off to but I do crawl out of bed with my husband, he brings me coffee. I guess, I am lucky, I start my day with my cup of coffee in bed and then I get going!
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