Dear Hide and Seek Alarm Clock,
I hate you. No, like, I really hate you.
You’ve ripped me from slumber four days in a row, and you’re planning to do it again tomorrow.
You yellow bastard on wheels.
Between your refulgent disco lights, your blaring, cacophonous siren, and the fact that you THROW YOURSELF OFF OF MY NIGHT STAND AND HIDE UNDER MY BED, you are guaranteed to wake me up, thus breaking a lifelong romance with the snooze button.
You abhorrent piece of cheap plastic and sticky rubber wheels.
I hate you, but I love you SO much.
Because of you, I’ve gone to work with my entire workout already finished, freeing up my evenings for personal time.
Because of you, I’m finding my sleep patterns to be slowly changing, and now I’m going to bed at 11pm versus my normal 1 or 2am.
Because of you, I’m feeling accomplished before the sun rises.
Because of you, my husband is happy as a clam: he no longer has to endure the snooze buttons of the 46 alarms I normally have set on my iPhone (no, seriously, it was bad).
Thanks to you, you wanna-be Roomba, I’m building the habits and behaviors I want, and not settling for the ones I have.
Today was a good day. I ate about 100 calories more than I planned, but I worked out hard and the food was good, so I do not feel guilty. This is life.
Bon appetit, my friends!