Hi, my name is Tanya. I'm a "snoozer"

I recall the first few weeks (months?) of marriage to be quite the adjustment. I was suddenly forced to share "my" space with DH. Yes, this was by choice and, yes, I love him it was still quite the adjustment. The restroom I used to be able to use whenever I pleased would suddenly be occupied at the most in opportune moments. The TV in the living room where I longed to lounge and watch misc. chick TV was suddenly being used to watch soccer games. Yes, life changed the minute my darling husband moved in and made "my" space "our" space.

The most frustrating part of the transition was DH's morning routine. The incredibly intelligent love of my life was a "snoozer". Yes, a bona fide, set the alarm 45 minutes earlier than he really intended to get out of bed kinda guy. This was a maddening realization for me, the accurate alarm setting girl. I set the alarm for the very minute in which I planned to awake from my slumber.

I attempted to sway him to my logic by explaining the more solid, productive, sleep he'd experience if he wasn't fiddling with the alarm every 3,5,or 7 minutes. He did not agree. His argument? That it was like he was cheating and getting to sleep "just a couple more minutes", like he was somehow being naughty and sleeping in. In reality he was simply getting up at the time he'd originally intended , he gained not an extra wink of sleep at all.

My logic was wasted on my silly man. Frustratingly each morning his alarm would ring and wake me up before my intended time thus forcing his sleep theory on me. Eventually, after many arguments err discussions on the subject, I realized there was little I could do to change him and I managed to learn to sleep through his alarm and wake up happily (most mornings) at the sound of my alarm, jump out of bed,and prepare to take on the day.

Fast forward six and a half years. Three times in the last week I have rolled out of bed at least 15 minutes after my intended 5:00 wake up call. Once glance at the 4:30 AM scheduled alarm tells you one thing. I'm now a snoozer. Yes, I spend the last half hour or more of my much loved sleep playing with my blackberry that serves as a alarm. I'm not exactly sure when it occurred. I'm embarrassed to admit it but, my name is Tanya and I'm a snoozer.