(Though I should’ve woken up an hour earlier and gone swimming)
That’s how much I overslept this morning due to experimentation with my alarm sounds.
I read somewhere that waking up to pleasant alarm sounds is the correct way to live. So, I gave it a shot. I changed my alarm sounds from the default alarm sound on Nexus 5 to a favourite song, American Pie.
It was nice. It was soothing. Too soothing. I woke up at 8:30, instead of 6:10 AM! :(
I missed my morning swim, and was sour/sad/angry till at least the yoga class at 11.
For tomorrow, I’ve changed the second alarm (6:00) to the regular, jarring alarm sound, while keeping the first one still as the song. Let’s see if this works.
Finished 2 books before getting out of bed
Long walk in the woods
Met 3 dogs, 2 deers, and one human
Pizza, half a stout, and hot chocolate for lunch
An hour’s deep nap with the boy
Now planning to watch a Christmas romcom and help R bake a cake
Happy day all around (for me)
Waking up late isn’t a real luxury.
Sleeping early is.
Sister’s visiting. Having commuted from Coventry to Kingston for last 2 days, she’s quite tired, and was snoring quite audibly in the guest bedroom.
I’m sitting, working, in the living room, and could hear her occasionally despite her closed door.
Chewie was sleeping in our bedroom with Raghs.
He just came into the living room, walked straight past me, knocked on her door twice. Don’t know if she opened it, or he pushed it open, but next thing I know, they’re both hugging and sleeping on her bed 1.
Neither’s snoring anymore.
- Acc. to Raghs’ rules, he isn’t allowed on the guest bedroom bed, so I’m supposed to get him out of there. I may be ignoring that rule, for the moment, to make my two kids a little happier :) ↩
Snapped at boy after he went barking due to some neighbourhood activity at crazy o’clock. He got the message and came licked me clean, hugged and slept off.
I didn’t (couldn’t). Carried the day on 2 hours of sleep.
Spent more time driving around Guildford to drop off the boy at his day care, than the train took to get from Guildford to London.
Knocked up Brompton, heavy legs after last evening’s run intervals, and wicked wind didn’t help with ride to old street.
Sister got a job after an year relaxing at home.
Sister’s job is in London. I’ll get to meet her more frequently. Theoretically. Hopefully.
About to eat pulled pork nachos.
Knackered. Happy. Excited.
It wasn’t just another day.