Snoozer

Don't do it. Not even on a Monday

One of the great disservices to modern mankind is the snooze button on the alarm clock. I can only imagine what the likes of a Ben Franklin would have had to say about the device. I can remember what my Mother had to say.

Not that I don’t have one and use it. I do. But only with a modicum of guilt. Perhaps it’s yet another sign of ag, er, maturity but, when I set my alarm to get up at a certain time, I expect to get up when the alarm goes off. For me, the worst of it is when I really want to stay in bed awhile it’s almost never an option. Like most workdays. It’s not unusual that I have to be somewhere in the morning and there are usually people waiting for me to arrive. Heavens! Some have even paid for me to arrive. None the less, there are days when I forego my morning play time- no reading, no writing, no exercise- in order to stay in bed and hit the snooze button a time or two. Or three. Invariably, when I finally get up, I wish I hadn't been lying there slamming that snooze button

The problem with the snooze button is this: It’s bad karma; bad juju.  It’s starting your day—starting your day—procrastinating. It’s ignoring your agenda before you even get to the list. It is a deception in which you are both the deceiver and the deceived. It's starting your day feeling guilty.

Hitting the snooze button is not a crime. It certainly doesn’t need to be placed on any agenda at the National Institutes for Health or on the docket for the California legislature. I just think a person might be better off going to bed with the intention of getting up as planned. Make it your last executive decision of the evening and the first of the new day-- if for no other reason than waking to hit the snooze button a half dozen times is freakin' exhausting.