As time went on, I started to wonder if maybe I wasn’t being a little too kind to myself. Each morning, I woke up right before my workday needed to start. I let myself sleep in later and later in the name of self-care.
My time became silky and slick, like an eel determined to elude my grasp. I generally strive to be responsible and on time, but waking up - especially when my apparently powerful internal clock tells me it’s not time - has historically been a challenge for me.ĭuring the pandemic it became that much more challenging.
I famously slept through my last morning of high school. Though I recognize that it’s virtuous in some slices of our culture to wake up at dawn to rise and grind, I prefer not to do that. (I now find it sweet.) I remember lying in bed before school picturing this “Freaky Friday” scene, wondering what my life would be like if I had a headboard. That annoyed me so much that I would eventually relent and get up. “I would put my face right down by your head and whisper in your ear and (try to) kiss your cheek,” she recalled in a recent text message. When I was in high school, I too engaged in a battle of wills each day with my mother and my alarm clock. The bedside clock is small and black, with loud red digits. An alarm clock blares as they start their day with a battle of physical and mental wills.
Alarm clock radio movie#
At the beginning of the movie Freaky Friday (2003), the mom character (Jamie Lee Curtis) pulls on the feet of her daughter (Lindsay Lohan) as she clings to the bars on her bed’s headboard.
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