There are days which are easier to get out of bed and today wasn't one of them. If it's related to the specific day (Friday) I have no clue. This morning I waited out multiple sleep button periods, while I contemplated the benefits of getting out of bed and not having to rush. Apparently I was unable to convince myself that was advantageous.
I've never denied being a procrastinator in the morning. I've learned I can choose my wardrobe selection for the day from a horizontal position - after all it would save me time in the long run right?! I have half of my day organized before my feet even touch the ground. You'd be surprised how many mental accomplishments are completed from underneath the blankets. I would much rather stay up an extra hour or two at night getting my morning 'ducks in a row'.
I've never been one to "hop" out of bed. I don't understand people who can do that without hurting themselves. I also don't get how people can set an internal alarm and just know it's time to wake. How can that be restful? If I had to trust my internal clock I'd be happily snoozing away until midmorning.
It doesn't matter whether I go to bed at 8pm (which I don't) or 10:30pm (which is usually the case). I don't want to get up at 5:30. It doesn't matter if I read for hours or give up after reading the same paragraph over and over for 20 minutes. Morning just isn't my thing!
Somehow I still manage to get to work on time - without breaking any speed barriers. I'm just not sure if it was Riley's head I patted and ears scratched - or Mike... oh,oh - who was that I kissed goodbye?!