Seriously, I NEED to find a way to get the fuck out of bed and off to work for an 8am shift.
There has GOT to be a way to convince myself that MY goals matter.
Something has to be exciting enough for me to get out of bed and out of they house at quarter to 8am.
I laid the running shoes next to the alarm clock, to remind me that my body HATES not being active and the walk at meander speed with the dog does NOT count.
I put a post-it over the clock so I couldn't see that I could sleep in, hoping that whenever I rolled over I'd just hop to and get going.
I left the window over the bed open in the chilly fog filled beachy night evening so I could hear the rustling of Spaz and Brut and KNOW I had at least an hour to do my thing, uninterupted, before they came home.
Yet somehow there is NO WAY my ass is rolling out of bed before the absolute last second possible. I'm not back to putting my makeup on in the car yet, but the lipstick waits for the driveway and I have to pick hairstyles that disguise that my hair is still wet when I get to my desk.
My coworkers are no help on this front. "Whatever works best for you, if you want to come in at 9:30 and take a 1/2 hr lunch, thats fine too!"
Its up to me. It needs to be an internal motivation situation. Trouble is, I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON. I've tried. I can be places at 5am no problem, but a regular 9am job does NOT get me goin.
Mantras, affirmations, slingshot rigged pillows, military trumpeteers... any of you're input is desperatly requested.
Worst case scenario, I will become accustomed to being howled at for 15 minutes every morning, never eating breakfast, being given a chore list through a closed bathroom door, and getting walked in on in the shower and politely being rushed out.
I'm already borderline FUCKING BITCH AT ALL TIMES, with a bit of fanatical nutjob on the side, and my emotional callus is about 10" thick about now... if we could work on keeping the Sass online and keep the "isn't she sweet" persona in real life, I'm sure it will be a wise career move. That, or I get to throw bitch fits every morning and every night until Spaz says she wants to move out again and I can get a roomie who will stick to a fucking schedule.
Oooohhhhh... maybe I'll rig HER room with military trumpeteers blarring... blame it on the neighbor on her side of the house... say I don't hear a thing... I could have a new roomie for December 1st!!!!
Either way, tell me what you've got, I'm ready to try anything.