I Hate Mornings: The Story of How I Am Exactly Like Garfield

I hate waking up in the morning. I’ve never gotten better at it. You would think that, being in the field of medicine, I would have gotten used to it at some point – but it just has not happened. There is nothing that my brain loves more than sleeping.


Every morning that I have to wake up, it is the worst thing EVER. I have to build snoozing time into my alarm time, since I know myself well enough to know that it will take me at LEAST 30 minutes from the first time the alarm starts going off until I will actually get out of my bed. It’s just a fact of life.


When I finally do start to wake up, I stay in bed for a while reading email and news headlines before finally getting up to trudge my way through my morning routine. The hilarious thing is that I have been this way all of my life. From the time I was in 1st or 2nd grade, I had this poster on my wall:

Garfield rise but won't shine
From http://www.ebay.tv/sch/Collectibles-/1/i.html?_sop=15&_nkw=garfield+stickers&_frs=1

This piece of fine art is for sale still to this day, and I think I need a new one for my current residence – to hang right beside all of my diplomas. It just speaks so much truth about me!

Ernest Hemingway sleep quote
From https://www.pinterest.com/pin/372884044118404331/

Ernie got it – I mean, he also was an alcoholic and had severe psychiatric issues, but still…


Meghan and I have always gotten along alarmingly well for siblings, but this is one of my weaknesses which she has always been an expert at exploiting. As young children, my parents would send my very excited younger sister to MY bedroom early on Christmas morning when she had awoken to the potential of opening presents, leaving me to yell at her to “Be quiet and go back to sleep!!!” until a more reasonable hour.


Once she reached high school, she loved bringing our family dog into my room to stick her nose in my face to wake me up. Eventually, her children replaced the dog as the most noisy and surprising creatures she could sic on me at what I consider to be ungodly hours of the morning.


Luckily, I’m now in a more specialized field of medicine which rarely requires my brain to work before 8:30 or 9 AM – which I believe is better for EVERYONE involved in my day!


Apparently, cats are the standard grouchy-meme animal.

Meghan’s Word

Once again, this is a time where Sarah and I are total opposites. I have NEVER been able to sleep late. Even in college, after a night out, I would still be awake around 8 or 9, cursing my inability to hibernate like normal people. Yet Sarah could sleep until 1 or 2 p.m. every day if left undisturbed. Not fair.

If I lie in bed for 15 minutes after I wake up, I start getting antsy, so the whole idea of relaxing in bed is wasted on me. So these days, with the little people waking up and demanding food and such, I voluntarily get up at 5 most mornings to run and get my day started on my own terms, rather than waking up to screeches from the baby monitor. I hear one day my children will be teenagers and want to do nothing but sleep, so here’s hoping we all reach that point at the same time.

4 thoughts on “I Hate Mornings: The Story of How I Am Exactly Like Garfield”

  1. Love your blog, Sarah and Meghan. Miss seeing all the Labudas. Your posts remind me of how very disarming you still are. Love you??

  2. Omg. I remember that poster. I’m quickly wondering why I was friends with you instead of Meghan! :-). You and Dawn share so many more qualities and I’m much more like Meg. Love reading these ladies!

    1. Ha! You and I have always been quite the opposites, despite having been friends since before we were born! 😉 Thanks for reading, and I’m glad you’re enjoying it!

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