My Morning This Morning

5:45am
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! *me fumbling around with my eyes closed searching desperately for the snooze button* I hate alarm clocks. Ugh, I'm too tired. Can't. Even. Open. Eyes. *Back to sleep* Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Repeat above step and thought. Do this another 5 more times.

7:30am
Darby the dog – "Is she up yet? Are you up yet? I reeeeeaaaalllyyy need to go outside." *jumps off the bed, sneezes, then puts his front paws back up on the side of the bed, stretches his back, and looks at me with what I’m sure is an uneasiness*
Allye the cat – *sitting on the nightstand beside my bed staring at me* "No she’s not up yet, dummy. Do you see her eyes open? The power of my stare isn’t working either. Time for plan B. Countdown to walking on her head is 10…9…8…7…"
Darby – "Good idea" *jumps back up on the bed directly in the middle of my stomach as if there is a big red circle with the words, “Darby landing pad” written on it*
Me – *eyes open as I clinch my stomach muscles to help keep him from crushing my organs* "Ugh! Darby!" *mumbled with as much sternness I can muster with a morning voice*
Darby – "She’s up she’s up she’s up!! Goooooooooood morninnnngggg!" *presses cold nose against my cheek and jumps back off the bed*
Allye - *jumps off the bed and yawns* "Great. ‘Bout time. When’s a cat gonna get some breakfast around this place?" *swishes tail and walks indignantly out of my room and down the hall towards the kitchen*

7:35am
Me - *throw comforter off, swing legs off the bed and stand up sleepily and a bit dizzy. Pick up my hot librarian glasses, twist rubberband loosely around hair into an unformed bun, and start towards the front door with eyes still closed*
Darby - *waiting at the front door jumping with anticipation - boing boing boing* "Gotta go gotta go gotta go right now!"
Me – *raspy morning voice.* "Ok ok, I’m coming. Calm down." *open the front door and hide behind my door as to not give my neighbors a free show of me in just a tshirt*
Darby - *zzoomm out the front door to the first bush* "Thank you thank you thank you…"

(20 seconds later)
Me - *opening the front door, still hiding behind it*
Darby - *boing boing boing* "Goooooooooood morninnnngggg! Canweeatyet canweeatyet?"

7:36am
Me - *shuffle into the kitchen heading towards my coffee pot. Eyes still half closed* Damn. I forgot to set up the coffee last night. I also forgot to buy creamer. No coffee on a definite need coffee morning. *feed the "kids" and shuffle back into the living room, collapse on the couch and lay back down.*
Me - Zzzzzz
Darby and Allye - ?

8:15am
Me - *open eyes and check time.* Shoot! It's 8:15! Should I call in sick? Yes, I should call in sick. Wait. Nooo, I can't call in sick. I've got 2 meetings I'm supposed to be in. *Sigh. Drag my body off the couch and head for the shower* "I'm going to be late. Very late."

9am
My friend that was at the party last night, too - *on her cell phone calling me* "Hey! Whatareyoudoing? I called in sick..."
Me - oh, the irony

The rest of my morning went pretty routine, however I didn't roll into the office until around 9:45. I stayed just a bit dizzy all day, my eyes were probably never fully open, and my muscles were very lethargic. But I made it through. I'm getting too old to hang out late on "school nights." However, I really feel that employers should implement a "Lenient Friday Policy" to the benefit package that they extend to young people. I mean, really, how focused are we going to be at work on a Friday when we've been out late on Thursday? College professors understood this concept. Why can't employers?