Great to be Alive

Beautiful day, great to be alive. Luckily for Tim, it actually is. You see, I hate waking up in the morning. Well, actually, I hate waking up any time. I would just assume sleep all day. Every day. The only thing that I don't like about sleeping is that when you wake up, lots of time has passed. I was once told, "Get up! You can lay down when you're dead!" I try to remember this so that I don't wake up and realize that I am 90 and wonder where my life has gone. It's much more appealing, however, to use this phrase on others...especially when you want something.

Me: Come over!
Them: I am too tired.
Me: You are old.
Them: I am not old, but I am tired.
Me: You can lay down when you're dead.

See? I like to use it that way MUCH more than actually removing myself from the comfort of my own heated mattress a la fleece coziness.

My husband truly loathes getting me up in the morning. My mother has actually mastered it. Surprisingly it only took her about 22 years. The other day..

Tim: So what do I say to get you out of bed?
Me: I don't know, I don't like getting up.
Tim: I know, so what can I say to get you to do it?
Me: Just tell me it's time.
Tim: That doesn't work.
Me: I know.
Tim: Any other ideas?
Me: Well, I love to get up when it's really beautiful outside. Just say, "Honey, it's time to get up. It's a beautiful day. It's great to be alive!" This will remind me that I can "lay down when I'm dead".
Tim: Uh huh....

Next morning:

Tim: It's a beautiful day! It's great to be alive. It's time to get up!
Me: (Rolls over and looks out the window) No, it's not. It's snowing. Leave me alone and stop lying to me.

So much for that idea. It sounded like a good one when I was awake.