Dancing with SB


The snooze button (SB) is one of my best friends. We’ve got a fantastic relationship, SB and I, and we do this little dance every morning which goes something like this.

I set my alarm clock for 5:51am. This allows me one SB smack down before the alarm then goes off again 9 minutes later. Precisely at 6:00am. In my brain, this feels like a great start to my day. I wake up on the zeros and proceed to a perfectly timed morning. Seriously, how awesome am I?!?

Until I start rationalizing that hitting the snooze button one more time is only 9 more minutes, which doesn’t even yet get me in to double digits after the 6!


It’s now 6:09am and I once again hear “akkkk! AKKkk! AKKKKK!”. (SB gets louder if I don’t tend to her immediately.) I wake up… again… and this time start having a much deeper conversation with myself. Eh, really? What’s 9 more minutes?


Continuing to rationalize, I decide that at this point, I’m no longer on the zeros anyway and who really cares about double digits? So I’ll stay awake and stare at the clock until it goes off again. Yeah, cuz then it’ll be 6:18am and THAT’S when I’m really ready to start my day. I’ll just…. lay…. here…… and stare at…….. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”.

6:25am. Panic ensues. Holy crap, I just overslept. Now for those of you doing the math at home, SB should have taken me to 6:27am, but alas, I’ve now co-mingled alarms!!! 6:25am is when Mike’s day “begins”. I have no choice but to bid SB a fine farewell by way of snoozing Mike’s alarm and shutting mine off. I get out of bed and start on my way.

So why do I do this to myself each morning? It’s such a pathetic attempt to just get a little more sleep. To maybe lay down for just a tiny bit little longer. To delay the inevitable of going to work. Maybe I’ll try to work on it. See if I can at least keep it to under double digits……