Just Five More Minutes

Owning a business that opens at 10:00 doesn't fit into my sleep schedule. (I'm sure a lot of you own businesses that open, or require you to be in the office/on site even earlier; or maybe you work a job that has you up at all hours of the morning inconsistently... unless, of course, you're a morning person, in which case you probably enjoy yourself... ... ... the point is, I don't want to hear it. This thread isn't about you, this is my sob-show so pipe down.)

If I had to list my top three favorite hobbies in life, the list would look something like this:
-Sleeping
-Reading
-Eating
(with a few doodles of left eyes including finely sculpted eyebrows, tree trunks, a series of cursive "L"s intertwined and a few hearts, deflated on the left side).

I have always been a heavy sleeper. Mum says, when I was an infant, she used to have to wake me up in the middle of the night for feedings, during most of which, I fell back to sleep. I never complained about nap time.

The thing is I always thought, and heard, that when I got older and had more responsibility, that I would be more apt to follow that old adage, early to bed, early to rise.

Bull. Crap.

I still love to sleep.

I set my alarm for 7:00 A.M. each night with the steadfast intention of rising when Kurt Cobain begins to sing (not literally, obviously; it's a ringtone, as I find actual alarm clocks to be morally offensive).
But I don't. Kurt starts singing and I roll over, in a haze, tap the screen to shut him up then press that horrible little button that resets the clock for 8:00 A.M.; at which time, Kurt will sing again, and again, and again, and yet again as I tap the snooze until 8:45.

If I'm being completely honest, this whole "responsible adulthood" thing really sucks a big one at times. When I was younger, I used to walk through the check-out with my Mum at the grocery store and stare longingly at the candy bars and dream of the day when I was old enough to earn my own money and could then buy any candy bar I wanted. And yeah, I can do that now (I could buy 2 if I wanted!); but I also have to look at the calories and deal with the nauseating guilt that follows. Kind of like (I'm removing this analogy; they might kick me off the board for it.)

Being a responsible adult is almost always synonymous with forced lucidity before noon; and I'm still waiting for the day when that equation doesn't sound so disgusting.