I have been feeling a little under the weather this week. A yucky sore throat that won’t go away, a weird cough that only comes at night and general tiredness. Therefore I have not woken up early a single day this week. No 5:15-workout-then-shower-before-I-get-the-kids-up. No, not even just a plain old shower-before-I-get-the-kids-up. I just need every morsel of sleep that I can wrangle. So when my alarm clock went off at 6 am (just enough time to take a shower–I was feeling optimistic last night when I set my clock.) I wasn’t surprised that I was feeling so sluggish. That’s kind of how it’s been going all week. Then I walked into the bathroom and checked the clock. What the heck??? Those darn babies! They’ve been playing with my alarm clock again!
It was really 4:45. So did I go back to bed? No (Too wide awake by that point). Did I work out? (Duh, I’m sick, remember! I didn’t want to make my body angry by working out in my fragile state!) I just caught up on all my blog reading and other such internet time-wasting.
I have plenty of time for a lovely scalding-hot shower now. (And time to shave my legs even!) Good thing since I’m booked solid for all the boring class parties/concerts over at the school today. (A boring class party? Like there’s ever been a fun class party.)