Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I hate everyone. Where's the caffeine?

So today marks the beginning of Lent.

Obviously, I was raised Catholic.

Being somewhat non-committal on the subject of religion now (I prefer to say that I "make it up as I go") I'm always surprised by the gravity that Lent has for me. By the longevity that it's had in my life. When I was little, it was (duh) because Easter was coming. Easter meant Easter baskets. Easter meant a pretty dress to wear to church. (If I was lucky, there was also a hat.)

These days, though there still are Easter baskets, (that still come from the "Easter Bunny" because my mother rocks) I think I prefer the tradition of the season. (Lord knows it's not the Easter mass that I enjoy... Sorry Lord.) I kind of like the sacrifice. I like the deliberate-ness of taking something small and important out of my life, and every time I turn to do it/eat it/use it out of habit for 40 days, I deliberately think of WHY I am not doing it/eating it/using it.

And why am I giving something up for 40 days and 40 nights? Well, to go into that would be to go into what I personally believe regarding religion and a higher power. And you guys don't want to read that, right? That is not what this blog is here for. Let's face it, you guys want to know what I gave up for Lent.

I don't have any set rules for what I give up each year. I usually just know what it is when I stumble upon it. It has to be difficult enough to be a sacrifice, but it can't be so difficult that I'm miserable for 40 days and 40 nights. In the past (before I had to cut back in order to have the innernetz at my house) I have given up Starbucks. That was difficult enough that I actually did that a couple of years running. Last year I gave up high fructose corn syrup. MAN. That stuff is in EVERYTHING. That was a tough one. When I was in high school I gave up carbonated beverages.

This year, when I solicited suggestions on Facebook, they ranged from the ridiculous (regular Coke - please, people... the goal is not to be miserable) to the non-applicable (American Idol - sorry...I don't partake.) But they led to some considerations. Give up Survivor and my beloved Colby? Somehow I don't think that would be difficult enough. Another friend suggested giving up texting (and blogging) and I was intrigued... until I realized that all that would do is probably raise my phone bill (and, let's be honest, how regular have I been with posting lately??)

As Fat Tuesday wound to a close and I hadn't yet thought of anything to sacrifice for Lent, I started to panic. In the end, instead of just giving in and giving up something reasonable like regular Coke (which would be really tough, but not impossible) I had a complete lapse of sanity and decided to give up the snooze button on my alarm clock. Let me say that again. I gave up the snooze button on my alarm clock. For Lent. For 40 days and 40 nights. No snooze button. I get up when my alarm goes off. Like, I hear my alarm, and then I have to get out of bed.

I can't even blame the boy for this suggestion. I did it all by myself. Madness.

Me. The person who owns several different types of pajamas that all say the same thing, "NOT A MORNING PERSON." Me. The person who my family has learned not to speak to until I've been awake for at least an hour or had Starbucks. Whichever comes first. (My mother gave me a coffee mug for Christmas that says "Crabby." Yep, that about sums it up.) Me. The person who could sleep for 13 hours at a time if you let her. Me. The person who had an organic chemistry lab that lasted until 10:20pm last night and had to be in to work at 7:00am. Me. The person who everyone was afraid to wake from a nap in college (except for one brave soul....) Even today the BOY hates waking me up from a nap. It's not pretty. I do love me some sleep.

The things I'll do in the name of religion....sheesh. I swear. (Wait. No I don't. Swearing is a sin. Oops.)

The first thing this sacrifice did was cause me to re-set my alarm for a reasonable time. No more of this setting-for-5:30am-in-order-to-get-up-at-6:00-or-6:15-stuff. The second thing it did was cause me to practice self restraint when my alarm went off this morning, I couldn't hit snooze, and I had to remember why. The object is not to be bitter when remembering why I'm sacrificing. Yeah. That was a challenge. My entire shower was spent thinking things like, "Not bitter. Doing this for a reason. Deliberately thinking about things that I otherwise might not spend time thinking about. Not bitter. Do not hate the world."

Of course, if my cat hadn't chosen today to poop on my doormat which caused me to realize that no, I hadn't yet gone to the store to replenish my supply of paper towels, I probably would have been a tad more successful.

Anyone else out there give something up? If not, you can still show me some love by giving me your thoughts on how successful I'll be at this undertaking. The boy thinks I'll last a week. He's so supportive.

10 comments:

Candace said...

I think giving up Regular Coke would have been more achievable than this. Good Luck! He He He He

Jesse said...

I tried to do that once, because I figured an extra 30 *cough*45*cough minutes of "real" sleep would be better than 30 *cough*45*cough minutes of 9-minutes-at-a-time sleep. That was when I discovered that I'm quite capable of going back to sleep without hitting snooze, WHILE The alarm keeps going off. Of course, the problem with that was that I was then used to the sound, so didn't have anything to wake me up until the alarm finally turned itself off. The sudden quiet would wake me. But, since that took about two hours to happen, definitely not ideal.

zlionsfan said...

Given the difficulty that I have in this situation, especially with using any kind of logic when you are barely awake, I will be impressed if you stick with this until Easter.

I will not describe ways that I learned to avoid alarms when I was younger. You probably don't want to hear that.

Maybe you could have given up anything that has both HFCS and carbonation in it.

ems said...

There are a variety of reasons why I should give up Coke Classic. That doesn't mean it's ever going to happen.

Besides, you know that they make "throwback" soft drinks now with real sugar, right? That are actually better than the ones with HFCS? You don't think I would just drink those instead?

Moore said...

It is good to know that someone (besides me) could sleep for double-digit hours if you let them. I actually might try using the snooze button one day. I'm thinking that has to be better, than just turning the alarm off.

punkinmama said...

Good luck! Not taking bets on how long it will last, but I'm curious to see if you do make it 40 days, if you'll go back to hitting snooze again. My guess is that you'll feel better after not hitting snooze, but I'm not willing to be the one to find out!

I'm giving up talking badly about people. Yeah, even at work. It's going to be so hard.

saUUUUUce said...

should have given up your soul...would've been easier......And I promise I wouldn't have done anything questionable with it.

Kat(i)e said...

As someone who typically hits snooze for an hour, I see your interest in changing your ways...however I still think it spells crazy.

Does Nate need me to give him my special tips on waking Emily up? Done right it is a ton of fun!

zlionsfan said...

Actually, punkinmama, it's easier than you might think, at least after the first few days. You kind of get in the habit of not saying things, and people start expecting you not to say things.

ems said...

punkinmama - I completely disagree. It's MUCH better to get those thoughts out. Nothing is gained by keeping all of that held in.

Just make sure I'm around when you decide to let those thoughts out :-)