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My days start off with me hitting the snooze button starting 4am. Reason being, I need to know that I have another two hours of sleep left, then one hour and then 30 minutes. I, for one, need prior notification that I am to embark on my daily missions and suspend the time with my bed. It is never easy, if anything I wake up and have to have a debate with myself starting with, do I really need to get up? If I am to quit my job, what is the worst that could happen? Else, if I am to stay at home, who can I say died?
That is my morning in a nutshell. I then am grumpy for a good two hours after waking up. Even a shower cannot take away the sleep fog and my want to go back to bed. There is something about the relationship I have with my bed that is so beautiful.
I then head to work with my dad who insists on listening to fresh fm, which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t still trying to garner up my energy to brace another day at work. I love my job, I just wish there was more flexibility in my working hours and allowance for my nocturnal self to do work any time after 10am.
I then spend 10 hours of my life at work, where I do structural drawings for construction. I am a civil engineer by profession and a sleep lover by choice. A day after work will be followed by one or the other meeting, to work on one or the other project. Yeah, it’s pretty much work from 7am to about 9pm. Work, work, work by Rihanna would be the anthem of my life, only in my life there’s no twerking and definitely no rubbing up on men in clubs.
Getting home, I have to at least give back to the home in which I live, by cooking or cleaning up. I am a black child, so as you might imagine at this point I am ready to pack my things and move to Antarctica and live with the penguins, because adulting is hell. Sheer pure hell. You are tired, and overworked and honestly need a good night’s rest.
Now, you would think after all the must-do’s, when I get to bed I will sleep. Huh, jokes!! I will spend a good three hours doing absolutely nothing productive. What will start as me promising five minutes on twitter, will turn into 1 hour on twitter, 1 hour on Instagram and 1 hour on YouTube. Doing? I honestly do not know. What I do know, is at that point it is past midnight and I have to be up in less than 6 hours to repeat!
Will I have learnt my lesson to go to bed early? Find out on the next episode of – I never learn my lesson!
With a tad it of crazy
Love Mavis