Darn that inner alarm clock!
From a very early age, I had a bedtime and a wake up time. I have never been a person that fights going to bed, and I have never been a person that has a hard time waking up to an alarm. I guess it helps that I go to bed at 9:30 each night when I am teaching school.
So, after a very long week and a very active day in kindergarten, exhaustion set in around 8PM. It didn't matter that it was Friday night and many thirtysomethings are out and about at local waterholes and restaurants. I had found a very comfy spot on the couch. By 9:15, I was off to bed. I was ready to cuddle up in my blankets and turn off the alarm clock so that I could sleep in on a Saturday morning.
This was not meant to be. My inner alarm clock wanted me to get up at 6AM just like the weekdays. When I can't fall asleep, I try to think of the color black but even that little trick failed me this morning. I was up at 6AM on a Saturday morning and I don't even have kids. The only up side to this is that I got a lot done today.