I always need five more minutes. Always.
It is torturous if I can’t have the luxury of five more minutes.
Been like that since I was in school. Then, working. And even worst when I was a mom and working.
But now, I have less need for five more minutes. Only on some Sundays and occasional eventful day.
I am talking about the ability to jump out of bed. I never can jump out of bed. I had to drag my sorry backside to the bathroom. Sometimes, I took another five more minutes closing my eyes, leaning my back against the toilet bowl cover and my head propped on the ceramic tank holding the water.
Sometimes, I will keep doing the five more minutes routine till I am late. Sometimes, I will turn on my back, like a tortoise and sttay in that stance for five more minutes. Only thing is I cheated with many, many five more minutes.
*sigh* I guess some things can’t be changed. I hate waking up. I only wake up when I have enough of sleep. My dear hubby had spoilt me ‘cos he arranged for the kids to go to school in the morning when he was preparing for work. He is the exact opposite of me. Just open eyes and he can sing ‘oh what a beautiful morrrrning, oh what a beautiful day’.
Me? I hate mornings and waking up. Who needs the ‘five more minutes’ routine?