I Slept Through My Alarm
I am a very routine based person, although I never used to be that way. There are certain expectations I set for myself, and missing any one of those expectations, for whatever reason, is always a tough pill to swallow. This morning was nothing short of yet another bothersome slip of a personal expectation, I slept through my alarm.
Now, I initially wanted to assume that my alarm clock never went off, but I know that simply isn't the case. I have one of those alarm clocks that sets the time based on the time zone you input. You know, the one that doesn't need to be changed during daylight savings time because the clock just knows. The one that if the power goes out and then comes back on, the clock resets itself so that you DON'T miss your alarm. Yeah, I have that kind of alarm clock, which means it definitely went off.
This week is my spring break, so it might be surprising to know that I even bother to set an alarm. In addition, I am spending the first two days of my spring break working in my wife's classroom. My alarm was set for 4:45 because I needed to get to the gym before our school day started. I have master's class on the other side of town tonight, and going after class is impossible due to gym hours. I made sure to set the alarm, checked it a few times to make sure it was set, and then fell asleep, planning to wake up to work out before I started my day.
As I opened my eyes, and wished I wasn't awake before my alarm went off, I looked over and noticed that it was an hour past the time I actually needed to get up. This meant that not only did I sleep through my alarm clock, but that I had completely missed my opportunity to go to the gym. Immediately I was frustrated, and I huffed and puffed as though I were a wolf chasing pigs. I conceded to the late start of my day, and lay in bed until my wife's alarm clock went off ten minutes later.
I asked my wife, who was still trying to wake up, if she had heard my alarm go off this morning at 4:45. She said yes, but figured that I continued to sleep because I needed the rest. Even though she was right (which she was), I was bothered to the point that I was talking to her in an agitated and elevated voice. She didn't do anything wrong, but I was speaking to her as though she had. Frustration had taken the place of consideration or care, and that frustration settled in for the morning.
Unfortunately, it took me a long time to snap out of my funk. I packed up my stuff I needed for the day, helped my wife to the car, and got to her school in enough time to work on a paper for my evening class. As I finished writing the paper, I realized I was still frustrated that I slept through my alarm. It was going to throw off my whole day, my energy, and my general demeanor. My poor wife.
That's where I needed to make the change. My wife, her students, and anyone else I came in contact with had nothing to do with the fact that I had missed my alarm. Just because I was mad I didn't get to the gym doesn't give me the right (although I wanted it to) to treat others with a hint of attitude. I knew I couldn't do that, and evenmore, I shouldn't do that. I needed to "buck up."
My goal, to get better at adjusting to the changes that are inevitably going to come. Even though I had good reason to want to be at the gym, I need to find ways to get over my subtle frustrations. With a baby on the way, there are certainly more of these types of mornings to come. The alarm clock will still go off, but there are so many other things that can change or "go wrong" that I can't allow myself to be consumed with such small issues. Back up plans need to be made, and a complete change in plans needs to be okay. I need to be more patient, and less impulsive.
Here's to hoping that over the next few months I can adjust my thought process, and learn how to roll with the punches.
This clip shows how I sometimes get when my routine is blown.














