Why do those 9 minutes feel so damn good?
I Hit Snooze Every Day. This Is What Happened When I Tried to Stop
Why do those 9 minutes feel so damn good?
Hi, my name is Antonia, and I’m a chronic snoozer. I know it’s wrong, I know it won’t help me, I know it is one of the worst things you can do after waking up, but boy do those extra nine minutes of sleep feel good.
I can’t tell you when I began snoozing – probably when I stopped relying on my Mum to wake me up before school. I guess you could say that as soon as I learnt to set alarms, I learnt to snooze them.
You’re probably wondering why I want to stop snoozing if I enjoy those extra nine minutes in bed so much. The truth is, I don’t particularly enjoy spending the first 2-3 hours of my morning feeling like I was up all night raving in a warehouse the night before. That may seem like a dramatic analogy of how it feels when I snooze, but those extra minutes spent in bed are really starting to take a toll on how I carry out the rest of my day.
Yes, I’ve downloaded the sleep cycle apps, I’ve changed my alarm tone from one obnoxious siren to another, I’ve slept with the blinds open to let the sun in before my alarm goes off, but to no avail! I am still snoozing. Unless I have a plane ticket booked to Ibiza that morning, I can guarantee you I will be snoozing my alarm.
In an effort to break my habit, I pitched a story about not snoozing to my editor. I thought it would make for an interesting story, I’d be able to walk my dog Sunny for longer with the extra time in the morning, and it would also give me a bit of incentive to get out of bed after my first alarm like a normal person. How hard could it be?
You’d think I’d be able to at least get out of bed after my first alarm because I have places to be (work), and people to see (my Bed Threads family). Sadly, I snoozed. Not once, not twice – yep, that’s right, a whopping three times this morning.
I didn’t even go to bed late last night – I mean I got into bed at 9 pm and was on TikTok til around 10.30 pm, but we don’t talk about that.
This morning I’m feeling a) tired, b) slightly confused, and c) annoyed at myself for not being able to get out of bed after my first alarm. It took two coffees to shake the groggy feeling, a feeling that I wouldn’t have experienced in the first place if I just got out of bed when I was supposed to.
Alright let’s do this – that was my inner-monologue when my alarm went off this morning.
I lift up my eye mask and slam my finger down on the snooze button. Seriously, Antonia?
Hi, future Antonia here. You snoozed again, no surprises there. Because of this, it’s going to take you around three hours to shake that hazy feeling after waking up, you’ve also now shortened Sunny’s walk, AND will be rushed getting ready for work. Oh, by the way – you’re wearing odd socks.
P.s. we’re out of milk.
I did it. I didn’t snooze. Did the guilt of the past two mornings finally catch up to me? I feel GOOD today. The sun is shining, the birds are singing songs to me, and I am on top of the world.
Why can’t I just do this every morning?
I should probably share with you why I jumped out of bed this morning. Unfortunately, it wasn’t for a Euro trip. It was for something nice though!
I made plans with a friend for a sunrise walk and coffee the night before. While I contemplated snoozing and cancelling the whole thing, I thought about my friend walking alone along the beach and nearly shed a tear.
I’m setting my alarm tonight feeling hopeful and looking forward to another productive morning.
Well, that feeling didn’t last long. I’m writing this with heavy eyes, the words on the screen melding together before me. I am fully aware I could've avoided this dismal scenario, and yet, I'm here, experiencing the repercussions of another day with a sub-optimal start.
Yesterday was so good, have I not learnt anything?
The sun’s out today at least. I wish I got to see it rise.
The coffee isn’t working the way it was on Monday. I wonder if Bed Threads need a nocturnal content producer? Maybe I could apply for that role.
Let’s be honest, I’d probably still snooze.
Look, I don’t want to hear it.
I snoozed, okay. I snoozed.
But hey, I only snoozed once.
This morning’s routine was nothing out of the ordinary. Spent one minute staring at myself in the mirror without a single thought in my head. Sat on the toilet for an extended period of time with my head in my hands. Brushed my teeth and continued to stare at myself mindlessly in the mirror.
Activewear = on. Sunny’s lead = on. Keys = forgotten. Latte = iced.
Tonight I’m going to bed with a smile on my face. No, that flight still isn’t booked. It’s the weekend tomorrow. And you know what that means? No alarms, baby!