books are better than boys

Since quitting the snooze button, every morning one of two things happens. 1) The alarm goes off and I get out of bed and start my day, or 2) the alarm goes off, I resist hitting snooze, turn on NPR and listen to it while dozing until it’s absolutely necessary to get out of bed, then scramble around like a mad woman trying to get out the door on time.

I prefer option one, because that means I get to go to the gym before work and then reward myself by making a pancake breakfast, like it did this morning. Well, let’s be honest, I mostly like it because of the pancakes.

good morning Chicago 12-08-11 (by sister reba)

Knowing that you get to go into work two hours late but still getting up seven am means that you can go for a run, take a long shower, make breakfast and leisurely drink coffee while trying to finish reading for book club, and still get out of the house with plenty of time to spare.

From my days at Dutch Wonderland on, I’ve always loved the 11-7 shift more than any other. But today I’m the lucky gal who gets to come in at 11 and leave at 5.