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05/04/2006: "GET OUT OF BED YA LAZY GIRL"

I *hate* getting woken up when I'm still very tired. I'm a night owl and I've always had problems getting a normal night's sleep so my bed has become an absolute oasis for me. This morning, totally ensconced in a cloud of soft blankets and pillows, the alarm went off. I knew I had to get up, no way around it, even if I'd had less than 4 hours of sleep. And I felt anger inside bordering on hatred.

My mom on the other hand was a morning person. She would be pretty damn cheery in the morning too. I feel bad looking back, how impossible it was for her to get me out of bed for school in the morning. She would come into my room singing "Good Morning Sunshine" all smiles and then tickle me. She'd have to make several trips into my room, a little less cheery each time, ultimately ending in elevating levels of threats of physical violence against my person. If it wasn't for her I'd be a grade school drop-out for sure!

And now that I'm an adult and have a job to keep, I have to get up on my own...with no one to have a pot of coffee waiting for me, or to sing "Good Morning Sunshine". I *really* could have used my mom this morning. Of course, my alarm clock (after it beeps for a several seconds) has a recording of my grandparents yelling at me "GET OUT OF BED YA LAZY GIRL" and then my grandma's uncontrollable giggles...which helps a little.