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.”
Hehe… I know what you mean about that nighttime math statement. Trying to figure out how much sleep time is left when you wake up in the night, then trying to force yourself to get back to sleep as quickly as possible…
But I don’t like doing the snooze thing. For me, that just fills my last 30 minutes of sleep with anxiety about waking up.
My visual of your night scene with the kittens is cracking me up!
And I hit the snooze alarm 3 or 4 times before I get up. Every day. I need it.
Tigers for kittens. Yikes. Do they have a trapeze to play on?