When my feet hit the floor, I'm as awake as I'm going to get....in other words, I wake up fast.
My family....Wife, Son, and Daughter, all wake up the same way....slooowly.
How about you?
When my feet hit the floor, I'm as awake as I'm going to get....in other words, I wake up fast.
My family....Wife, Son, and Daughter, all wake up the same way....slooowly.
How about you?
I'm still not fully awake.
STARGAZING: All I see are the lights of a billion places I'll never go. --Howard Tayler, Schlock Mercenary
typically slowly. If the situation warrents (the dogs calling "Repel boarders"), I can snap on in a rush, but I typically wind up with a screaming head-ache in a couple hours. Iusually want 20 minutes to sit and come on line before I try to do anything that requires my brain to actually work.
Huh... what... no mom... just 5 minutes more <snore>
Actually, I can wake up very fast; once I get rolling, I get rolling, even if I still feel like crap and am half asleep. I think it goes back 30 years to my EMT days; when the phone rang or the pager went off, it didn't matter how asleep you had been, you were now UP!
But I am most definitely not a morning person. If I had my choice I'd be up at 10:00 am and go to bed at 2:00 am. I am definitely at a much lower level of efficiency in the morning, and reach my peak late afternoon or early evening. Unfortunately, I don't have a choice; I have to be up at 6 am to be at work between 8 and 8:30. And some days I have to be up at 5 or 5:30. And now that I've gotten into that habit, I pretty much just wake up around 6, even without the alarm. But I still don't want to go to bed at 10 pm like I should.
I wake up between 5:30 and 6:30 every morning* and move to the couch, where I go back to sleep waking up at about 30 minute intervals until it's time for me to actually need to be up, which is about 8:00.
I'll often lay there thinking " . . . " nevermind, I can't really post the words that go through my head without earning a ban, but once I reach the "okay, I *have* to go to work" realization, I'm up and usually awake pretty quick.
*I haven't used an alarm clock to wake up in years. Rarely, I'll sleep past the 6:30 move-to-the-couch time, but that's usually only if I was up past 2am or so, or on the rare weekend day where I decide I need more sleep.
I'm instantly awake.
A friend's mother once said "You wake up faster than anyone I've ever seen. It's like a switch is throw and *bam* you're awake!"
I can leap up if I need to. Normally I don't like to - I lie there and listen to the all-news radio station for fifteen minutes or so before I get going.
Everything I need to know I learned through Googling.
I can wake up fast, but usually it takes me about 2 hours to feel 100% wake. I have a ritual I follow to make sure I am not lounging around:
Get out of bed.
Turn on music.
Put out cat food and water.
Take orders for breakfast from kids.
Make coffee and breakfast.
Pause for coffee, cigarette, and to brush teeth.
Wash any dishes left over from dinner, then work on the breakfast dishes.
Check children to make sure they are dressed. The older they get the longer this takes.
Make lunches, check homework and distribute backpacks.
Put kids on the bus.
Turn up music.
Take shower and dress.
And at this point I am awake...
Solfe
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'That was tops! Who's not good at math? I was all, "Four!"' - Finn, Adventure Time.
I am usually am awake a couple of hours before dawn and finally getting my bearings when I need to respond to my caregiving duties.
I wake up, have a conversation with my wife on her way out the door, then doze back off. And then have absolutely no recollection of the dialog! (She could really abuse it, along the lines of "What? You SAID this morning you would paint the house so my mom can come live with us." But she doesn't. )
I wake up extremely slowly, and hate people who are cheerful early in the morning. When I got married decades ago, marrying a Catholic obliged me to go through the religious routine involving seeing a priest beforehand. He asked formally whether either of us had any conditions attached to the marriage, and I replied that the only condition was that I was not obliged to engage in conversation before or during breakfast. I was actually being serious, but he and she both thought I was joking, and they didn't like it. She then proceeded to drive me nuts almost every morning for a couple of decades by trying to discuss imponderable moral problems during breakfast and getting very cross when I just grunted or didn't react at all. I hated that, but she couldn't learn.
I wake up at 4:45 AM every day. I don't bolt out of bed, but I am aware of my surroundings continuously from that time.
I normally wake up to my alarm or a hyperactive dog that desperately needs to bark at the sunset. (I sleep odd hours.) Most of the time, I can get up and moving without the snooze (5 minute interval) going off. By the time I get out of the bathroom, I'm awake enough for the day. If' I'm on 5 hours or less sleep, it takes several cycles of the snooze, and occasional prodding from the GF.
In high school, I did some tests on my self and I found that I woke up better to music than I did a tone alarm. I think that's because music isn't as jarring. I get a chance to get used tot he idea of being awake. The old ritual was to lay in bed and listen to three songs. *Optional story below). Before that, the ritual was my dad coming into the room and grabbing whatever odd weapon he could find to wake me up "Kato-style." Usually he had a PR-24 and I used a plastic baseball bat. Sometimes it was wooden ninja swords. Whatever the method, it usually worked, even if it was jarring.
*One day the alarm switched on and i herd the first few lines of "Louie Louie" by the Kingsmen. I happened to know all the words except the first line of the third verse (I know it now), so there was no doubt the song just started.
I had a good long blink and was right at the end of the second verse.
I blinked again and just passed the bit I didn't understand. Since I was still on my first song, It didn't matter all that much.
I blinked again and heard the solo between the second and third verses. This confused me, so I looked over at the clock. It had been 45 minutes since the alarm went off. I had to leave in 5 minutes. As I'm throwing on my pants, I hear the song end, then start over from the beginning again. On the way to work, it played 4 times back to back before the DJ cut in to say that the station was changing format. For the next week it would be all Louie, all the time.
I'm Not Evil.
An evil person would do the things that pop into my head.
Fortunately for me, I do have my choice, and that's pretty much exactly what I do. (Okay, it's 9:25 right now. But weekends in tents throw off my sleep pattern. I did get some lovely shots of the rising sun shining through the mist Sunday morning.) I'm usually okay if I wake up under my own power, but if something wakes me up, I am awfully surly. When we first got D, he was acting as an alarm clock, because he likes to come and say hello first thing in the morning. His previous owners had to get up at something like seven, and that was when D was set for. Years of living with me have mostly changed that so that he'll wait until he hears me making noise before he comes to be friendly, but he does still occasionally wake me up. It never goes as well for him as he thinks it's going to.
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Gillian
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"
A former housemate and I decided years ago that there are two types of people in the world: those who love mornings and those who hate mornings. And what do those of us who hate mornings hate the most: morning people. This was based on his girlfriend, who was cheerful to the point of singing, humming, and dancing around in the morning.
Near instant-on to 75% alertness. The rest takes another hour or so.
I wake right up. However, since I retired the time at which I awake is no longer nearly as consistent.
Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt.
Depends on how much sleep I've had. I'm usually instantly awake, but with less than 4 hours of sleep, I'm still groggy for about 15-30 minutes unless there is sufficient light and noise or cold. Luckily, it gets cold on the beach in San Diego so I always woke up early and never had to be tipped out of my rack.
Et tu BAUT? Quantum mutatus ab illo.
I am definitely a morning person -- however, I'm mindful of those who aren't. Dancing around?? It's never to that point. I don't like TV or radio on either. Want silence for half an hour at least.
Fortunately my husband is also a morning person (but he does like noise first thing a.m.).
If you'll all excuse me, it's time for my afternoon nap.
STARGAZING: All I see are the lights of a billion places I'll never go. --Howard Tayler, Schlock Mercenary
Yay! A story!
I'm always the first one in the booth awake at faire. For various reasons, we don't seem to have an interior wall this year. Therefore, I very politely leave the booth and let everyone else wake up in their own time.
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Gillian
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"
My alarm snoozes for six minutes, and I usually hit it only twice. Thus, I set my alarm for about 12 minutes before I actually plan to get up.
My experience in the Marine Corps way back in the early 60's morning reveille conditioned me to jump out of the rack at 0530. That continued in civilian life, right up until I retired in 2006, and then I began to get my days and nights mixed up. Now I roll out at 0645 earliest and 0830 some Sundays.
I stayed up til Curiosity was on the Martian surface Sunday night, and a little past that to see what folks would say here at the forum and was up at 0800 next day
The most offensively cheerful morning routine belonged to my college dorm neighbors, for whom The Jackson Five were apparently as mandatory to them as bacon was to mine. Of course, this didn't bother me because I was usually on my way back from breakfast by then.