Everyone has had it. It is horrible when it happens, but you just have to suck it up and get on with it. It’s the wake up on Friday morning thinking its Saturday!! Is there a worse feeling that can befall a person. This torture happened to my good self just today. My girlfriends alarm went off at 635, I was thinking ‘oh well she forgot to turn the alarm off’ and I rolled in to spoon her. I closed my eyes, relaxed and drifted off again. I knew I was nearly asleep when I started to twitch a couple of times and could feel myself about to dribble. ‘No going back to sleep!’ What on earth was that?! Who said that?! Why did they say that?! My girlfriend had got herself out of bed and was trying to rose the lazy sod that I am out of bed. I am confused by this, why is she doing it……BOLLOCKS ITS FRIDAY! All my hopes and dreams of having a nice lie it, then relaxing in the sun somewhere nice, dashed in one cruel instant.
My body takes a little time to adjust when this happens. I am so relaxed and happy that I have managed to roll over and go back to sleep that it seems to take doubly long to do anything. Actually opening my eyes is an effort, then there is the time it takes to get to the bathroom and actually do what you have to do three. After that there is the huge problem of putting on my socks. I have no idea why but I find it so much harder to put my left sock on compared to my right one. Again this is only exaggerated when the Saturday/Friday horror is upon me.
Why does the body do this to us? Gives us this false hope that the warm pit that we are snuggled in is going to consume us even further and for a longer period of time, rather than we have to bound out of it and do everything in double time because we are running late? I can almost guarantee if this happens in winter you will sprint out the door, get to the end of the road, just over halfway to the train station and it will start to rain. Your umbrella will be sitting there at the front door. You would have put it there so as to remember it when you left as you knew about the impending rains, it is too far to go back you have to carry on without it. This won’t be any type of rain though, it will be a heavy, cold downpour and you will be soaked through, oh the joys!
Thankfully such an episode did not befall me today, but I am looking out of my office window and the shimmering water as Sydney basks in a 28 degree day and I am cursing my mind for playing such a damn cruel trick. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something new. Laters
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