To say I’m not a morning person is an understatement. More truthfully one should say that to put me behind the wheel of a car before 8am is like playing Russian roulette with a small SUV.
Starting sometime during this past Winter, I just started having a harder and harder time getting out of bed in the morning and even once I was out of bed, I just felt so sleepy, like the walking dead. I’d find myself driving to work with those droopy eyes, doing the head bob, feeling that with each blink, my eyes might not reopen. I’d doze off at stop lights. It was horrible.
Then I had a small fender-bender. My foot slipped off of the brake at a light. At the time I blamed my morning medications and I started waiting to take them until I was at work.
Then, it got worse.
I started having real trouble getting out of bed. I mean, I now cannot pull myself out of bed before 7:30am. Oh, I try, but I am physically unable to do it. Seriously.
O.K. Here’s my morning schedule:
4am-ish - Aloof, the evil mastermind black cat, begins mental torture techniques generally involving knocking things off of my bedroom furniture until I put him out of the room and close the door. He then begins meowing incessantly.
5am-ish - Pugly, the adorable smarter than he pretends Pug, begins staring incessantly only a few inches from my face trying to telepathically tell me he needs to go pee-pee. I get up and walk the dog. Aloof stands in screen door and meows into the neighborhood telling them I don’t feed him. When Pugly and I return, I do not feed any of the animals although they all rush to the kitchen thinking that I will fill their bowls. I go back to bed and close the door to keep the meowing cats out.
6am-ish - I finally give in, go downstairs and fill all the animal bowls with food and water. The cats disappear shortly afterward. Apparently that’s all I’m good for. I go back to bed. Pugly returns to bed shortly after and wants to play but I go back to sleep.
6:30am - My alarm goes off. I press the snooze button every 4 minutes for 1 hour or I sleep through it and wake up to find I’m really running incredibly late.
Mind you, I took an ambien sometime around 9pm. I’m told by the doctor that it should have gone through my system by then, but my body always seems to think that 6:30am until 9am is the best time to sleep. That’s when I sleep the best on the weekends. However, I haven’t figured out how to fit that into my work schedule.
So, this morning I had a meeting that was supposed to start at 8am, with an arrival time between 7:30 and 8am. It takes me about 40min to get into town when I don’t have to stop at doggy daycare on the way. Seriously, I could have killed someone coming into work this morning. I just don’t know what I’m going to do. I really need to start getting up at 6:30am and leaving earlier than I have been, but I just can’t seem to function.
I’ve tried retraining my animals but I just don’t seem successful at that.
Aloof is obsessed with food. Feeding him before I go to bed only makes him want more food. I tried putting him in a kennel at night, but he started disappearing around bedtime and when I did catch him…even from downstairs for such a small cat, he has a really big, annoying meow.
I hate sleeping with the bedroom door closed because Needy and Pugly like to have access to me and the water bowl…and Needy likes to have access to the litter box. Plus Needy gets all paranoid about being trapped; he’ll cause a commotion whatever side of the door he’s on.
And how do you convince a dog to wait to pee-pee until a reasonable hour?
So until I figure all of that out, it just adds to my morning sleepiness problem. Compounds on it, I guess. There just isn’t enough caffeine…
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