Possibly the Dumbest Idea I've ever had.

Last week it occurred to me that whenever I have to be up extra early, I usually find myself wide awake and rarin' to go. (Rarin'? Geez.) Yet, when I wake up at a normal time, I'm usually dead tired and snooze my alarm eleven times.

It seemed to me that the only logical thing to do was to just get up early every day. 5am it is!

I tried this on Friday for the first time. My first instinct, however, was to get back in bed. This is nonsense, I told myself, look how dark it is! Go back to bed for a couple hours!

But as soon as I laid down, I realized I was wide awake! It was true! This plan was genius! Now I could get up and be productive. I could spend some time trying to learn the scary monster that is Photoshop. Then I could go to the gym, come home, and get ready for work!

I was brilliant!

However, I laid there for so long contemplating all the things I would soon get accomplished that I fell back to sleep. And when I woke back up at seven, I wanted to cry with the pain of how exhausted I was. I slumped against Hubs, who immediately put his arms around me (even though I knew he was thinking "I have to go, get off me") and professed how sleepy I was as if I'd never uttered the words to him before. As far as I was concerned, this was tired. I had finally experienced what true, painful, just-kill-me exhaustion felt like. I was dying!

Then I took a shower and soon forgot all about it.

And I wasn't yet ready to give up my brilliant plan. I set my alarm for 5am again and cheerfully told Hubs as we got ready for bed on Sunday, "I'm getting up at 5am tomorrow!" He didn't have a response. Hubs usually realizes the stupidity of my ideas before I do, but he humors me.

Monday morning, 5am, my alarm goes off and I'm awake. But, well, I'm a little tired and, as I continue to stand stupidly in front of my alarm clock, I can't think of any good reason to stay awake. I got back in bed. Luckily, this time, I fell asleep almost instantly and didn't have too much trouble getting up two hours later.

Last night, Hubs and I are getting ready for bed and I, again, cheerfully and determinedly tell him, "I'm getting up at 5am tomorrow!"

At this point, he just thinks I'm a jackass and kind of laugh/grunts and goes about his business. That's okay. I still see the genius of my idea and that's all that matters.

And guess what! This morning, I woke up at 5am and STAYED AWAKE.

For 45 minutes.

Then this new thought occurred to me. THIS IS THE DUMBEST IDEA YOU'VE EVER HAD. So I went back to sleep, experienced the total agony that comes when you finally fall asleep 20 minutes before you're alarm goes off and you are forced to get out of bed and do something that makes you look at least somewhat presentable.

Tonight I will happily set my alarm for 7am.