I stayed at the boyfriend’s place last night. Haven’t done that for a while. Not since before I started the new job anyway.
The boyfriend lives further away from the train station than I do. That, combined with the fact that a) there are next to no trams that actual go to the train station from that direction and b) it’s a 10 minute walk from his flat to the tram stop no matter which one I choose to go to meant I had to leave the house at 6:30 today. That’s 6:30 a.m people. That’s a.m as in too bloody early. A.m as in even the birds weren’t up yet. The joggers were up though. Oh yes, there were lots of them. Some of them in shorts. Shorts! At 6:30 a.m! In mid-September! It wasn’t even light yet! I will never understand people who volunatrily get up in the middle of the night to go jogging. Far better to spend an extra hour in bed and have chocolate for breakfast. Embrace your inner glutton, that’s what I say!
I like to get up at 6:30 in the mornings.
Hang on a second, no I don’t. Nobody likes to get up at 6:30 in the mornings. That was just be weird. Even the strange guy on 5th floor who gets up early every single day, including weekends, doesn’t get up at 6:30. (He leaves it til 7). Let’s start this again shall we…
On weekday mornings I have to leave the house at 7:35am. So I try to get up at 6:30. That gives me a bit more than an hour to get ready. Not that I need over an hour to get ready, I just like to have it. I’m not the kind of person that likes to jump in and out of the shower in two minutes*, get dressed at the speed of light and eat breakfast so fast I barely have time to chew. I like to actually have a chance to sit down between activities. So I try to get myself out of bed at around 6:30 in the morning.
So far this week it hasn’t worked once. This morning it was ten to seven by the time I managed to drag myself out of bed. 45 minutes before time to leave. That meant 45 minutes to have a shower, get dressed, get my stuff ready for work, eat breakfast… I managed to do it and get out of the house in time, but it was such a rush. No standing under the shower just letting the warm water wash over me, no sitting down, just for a minute, before heading to the kitchen and (this one’s important) no time for a cup of tea. I had to wait until I got to work before I could imbibe any caffeine. *gasp, shock, horror*
So tomorrow it’s back to the drawing board again. Another attempt to drag myself out of bed on time even though it’s still dark outside. I’ve decide I need to set two alarms – one on the clock that I can keep turning off every five minutes (that one gets set for 6:15 to at least give me a chance of getting up by half past) and one on my phone set to just after 6:30. That’s the one to tell me “you better get up right now otherwise you’re going to be running around like a headless chicken all morning. Again.” What do you reckon, will it work?
*the recommended length of a shower by the way, or so I read in a German newspaper a couple of months ago. What I’d like to know is a) recommended by who exactly? and b) how is that even possible?? It takes me longer than 2 minutes to rinse the shampoo out of my hair…
I actually managed to get myself out of bed at a reasonable time this morning. Reasonable in the sense of it gave me enough time to have a shower and get ready I mean. In the sociable hour of the morning time sense it was not a reasonable time.
It’s not that I’m not a morning person. Actually I quite like mornings. But 6:30am isn’t morning. Any time that begins with a 6 is still the middle of the night. Yes, I am aware that there are people who get up even earlier than that and do so every single morning without complaint. Much respect to them. I couldn’t do it. On the few occasions that I’ve had to get up at rediculous hours of the morning to catch flights and stuff I have managed it. It wasn’t nice though. For me the day doesn’t start til at least 7:00, preferably 7:30. Before that it isn’t morning yet. And it this time of year it’s particularly bad. At 6:30am it’s still dark. And darkness means night-time, right?
So yeah, I’m still tired. Probably doesn’t help that I couldn’t sleep for ages last night. I tossed, I turned, I counted sheep. Nothing helped. Do you realise if I wanted to get 8 hours sleep, the amount that we supposedly need, I would have to fall asleep at 10:30pm every night. And that’s just the time I would need to be asleep. Obviously I’d have to be in bed before that to give me time to fall asleep. I don’t even get home from work til around 6pm, and that’s on the days where I don’t have to go food shopping on the way home. If I tried to get the recommended 8 hours of sleep per night I would get even less done than I do now! Stupid scientists, don’t bother to think about the fact that people actually have lives and responsibilities. Who out there actually has 8 spare hours in their lives that they could use for sleep.
So another blog about sleep, or rather the lack of it.
I’m starting to feel like a stuck record…