Good Morning Me

After a brief spell of introspection this morning, I experienced a ‘Eurkea’ moment. I was considering the reason that I am so often late; a problem that has been with me all my life, one I fail to mention during an interview but wrestle with on a daily basis. My record for being late is two weeks, my average is one hour.

So this morning, as I had woken up early, I decided to consider why I am late. Lets study my behaviour in the morning.

Today I needed to be in work for 10am. After my ten (yes 10!) alarms have gone off at 5 minute intervals, plus the snooze button, I am awake. I slept with my contact lenses in so I could immediately use my phone to check facebook, gmail, twitter and hotmail. I lost at least half an hour fannying about on social media. Then I spent another 45 minutes marauding (laying in bed thinking). Sent a tweet. Checked facebook again. Looked at the time and leapt out of bed when I realised it was now 9.15am.

I rushed into the spare room to get dressed as I now realised I needed to hurry, whereupon I saw my naked self streak past the full length mirror in the wardrobe. “Wowser”, I thought, “I look great” (the mirror is very old, it has an antique finish which is extremely flattering), so I spent another twenty minutes prancing about in front of the mirror. I did manage to get a pair of pants and ski socks on, which only encouraged me to pose more.

I then spent anopther 5 minutes worrying that someone might be spying on me. Logically, I know this is impossible, but it did stop me in my tracks and made me get dressed.

Then I charged down the stairs, hustled the dog into the garden, chucked food at my parrot and jogged down to muck out the horse. I was distracted by the geese which had escaped and whom everyone except me is frightened to death of, so I herded them back to where they should be and fell into a day dream about having some geese of my own to live in my garden. I spent some time chatting to my horse, gossiping to people on the yard and speaking to the chicken. Still  dreaming, I wandered slowly back to my house, and in no way whatsoever did I hurry to organise the dog and parrot for the day and set off to work in my car.

I was late, obviously.

And I have concluded that, I need to take my contact lenses out before I sleep at night!

4 responses to “Good Morning Me

  • Jo Cumming

    Ha ha! This is very true about hours wasted on social media sights. I often go to bed with all good intentions of reading my book (which has been going for a while now) and get distracted spying on the world via Facebook, then once dropping asleep….cause actually it’s boring and I haven’t missed anything….I final go to sleep. As for the wowser moment I am very envious…after producing giving birth to three children in 18 months (no exargeration) I actually run past mine as fast as I can and tell myself not to look at my pork scratching/chocolate belly with attractive stretch marks (although I stupidly always peak). So you enjoy those wowser moments whilst you still have them honey! Xxxxx

    • skiingsaddler

      Thanks Jo, and thank you so much for reading my blog! The trick is to get a very scratchy, ancient mirror, it does wonders, lol. And social media has an awful lot to answer for, you really should try Twitter out 🙂 x

  • Kerrie Wood

    Oh dear, still always able to pop a smile on my face. I know oh too well how true this blog post is and can quite clearly see you prancing around (especially in the ski socks).
    Social media sites are so very large a distraction but also a huge obsession, I am continally spying on all walks of life all through the day and night (I have woken in the night and checked sites).

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