I overslept this morning. I blame the cats who decided that my turning over at 3:45 a.m. meant that I wanted to play. There was much toe-biting and hair-biting on their part, and throwing-off-the-sleeping-surface on my part. They loved it. “We’re flying! Get back up there and bite her again! Wheeeeee!”
I cut my losses and moved to the guestroom at 4, but then I overslept. I have four alarms each morning, because I am crazy. (Embrace the crazy!)
4:45 – the ‘You have to get up in 30 minutes’ alarm.
5:00 – the ‘You have to get up in 15 minutes’ alarm.
5:15 – the ‘This is it. You really have to get up’ alarm.
5:30 – the ‘Get out of the shower’ alarm, also the dreaded ‘you overslept’ alarm.
I hate oversleeping. As you can tell, I have some control issues when it comes to sleep time. Laugh all you want at the multiple alarms, but they act like a snooze button on cruise control, and it cuts way down on nighttime math: “It’s 2:22. If I fall asleep now, I have to be up in …..two hours and fifty-….three minutes.”