you snooze, you lose?

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the hours in the day, and how I spend those hours. I went through a slump this December in which I calculated my day to a (pathetic) T: 9 hours spent working, 1 hour  spent commuting to and from work, 4 hours watching tv/cooking dinner/unwinding, and 10 hours in bed sleeping. Repeat times 31. I  realize now what I was unwilling to accept through the dead of the winter: I am not a bear. I cannot hibernate. I. MUST. DO. THINGS. I've been better about incorporating fun things into the daily grind--going to the gym, getting drinks after work, trying impossible workout classes (really Barre? wtf are you....). But there is one thing I haven't been able to shake: my epic,  50 minute long, two-alarms-set (one ringing every 4 minutes), morning snooze.

A doodle of me in my cozy, cozy bed. 

My REM sleep grips me so hard in the morning that I can't possibly get out of my heavenly nest until the clock reads 7:30 and I realize I have to be out the door in 20 minutes. Is my bed too comfortable? Should I give up one of the feathery clouds upon which I slumber? I've tried the "alarm clock on the other side of the room" trick, but I actually get out of bed and turn it off and then get back into bed and sleep. It would be so nice to get to work and not look in the mirror for the first time and think "What the hell is going on with your face/hair/outfit/general disposition?!". Perhaps I'll have to ease myself into it, maybe one day a week wake up early. And then the next week two days.. and so on. Maybe it's like getting in shape for a race. Just have to train. By this time next year, I'll be a morning person, doing yoga before work, like my best friend Kristin...

But alas, it's that time of evening... Time to set the alarm clocks to 6:27 and 6:45 in the hope that one of them will get me moving before 7:30! Wish me luck!