Let me set the scene.
It’s the last Sunday night before preseason, which starts bright and early on Monday morning. Practice at 8, getting picked up at 7:40, my mom has warned me about it many, many times. It was my last year! I soooo got this on lockdown. Right? (Spoiler alert: wrong.) Fast forward to the next morning, the morning of doom is what I like to call it. I open my eyes and think about what a great night sleep I’ve had and start thinking about what I’ve got going on that day. I realize I have practice *dun* I grab my phone. *dun dun* Please tell me it’s not….*dun dun DUN* NO. Please no. It’s 8 am. Oh gosh. Oh no. Lord, help me PLEASE. 10 texts, 4 missed calls. Sounds about right to me. Was that just a knock on the door? Focus. I text back a very flawed and misspelled message announcing that I’m alive. Ok I can do this. I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life. What do I need. I need my water bottle. Eh I can do without today. I’m just gonna grab my racket and go.
“I did it again?” I say, as I get into a car full of my teammates.
“Mhm.” They say, in unison.
From 8 am practice to a 10:30 nail apt, we’ve all had to set our fair share of alarms every 10 minutes starting at 6 am just for a chance that we’ll wake up in time. Is that really just me????????? Ugh. Help!
What can I say people, I’m a night owl. I’m the person my friends text at 3:30 am when they can’t sleep, and I’m totally fine with that. I’m also the person that they text (and call) a million times when it’s 7:58 and I’m late waking up…again.
Here’s how it goes. I’ll tell myself to go to bed early, I’ll get in bed at a solid 11:30 and then I won’t fall asleep until 4 (am). It’s not my fault!! I just can’t sleep. Therefore I sleep In late therefore I wake up too late therefore I turn off all of my alarms and therefore everyone involved hates me for a hot minute.They aren’t shocked, but they hate me.
You see, it’s the worst thing for myself at the time but for some reason I find joy in witnessing the same thing happening to others. I’m not going to lie I have substantially improved my waking up on time habits and I am happy to say that those horror days of running out the door with half of the things I need and only one shoe on are, eh just kidding they probably aren’t, over.
So here’s a quick apology to those who I’ve inconvenienced due to the fact and a fist pump to those who are one in the same.
One day we'll wake up In time. But that day is just not today.
