9 minutes: the standard mini Groundhog repeating nightmare otherwise known as the time period of an iPhone snooze. There was a time when I was a good with mornings, heck I even managed them when Boo was a baby but in recent months it’s as if I’ve lost all appetite for pre 7am consciousness – and I think my snooze button is to blame.
This week while I was scrolling through my phone during one of the last snoozes before I got up (yes the irony of this is not lost on me) I saw a tweet by Healthy Magazine; now I don’t know about you but when I’m on my deathbed in years to come I don’t want to think of all the hours – all 4152 of them I wasted being reluctant to get up and seize the day. Failing that, 4152 hours of sleep would probably mean I’d at least start my day in a better, more rested state if not a little later.
Wakey, wakey: 'snoozing' an alarm wastes on average 85 hours a year or 173 days of your life #mondaymotivation pic.twitter.com/feFZnqYt8d
— Healthy magazine (@healthymag) February 1, 2016
What does snoozing achieve anyway? In 9 minutes I am able to just about reach that lovely delicious state of drifting off and then… Wham I’m dragged back to the land of morning and so the cycle continues. I’m fairly certain this isn’t the best way to start the day, in fact it sounds more like an underhand form of sleep deprivation torture – dangling the carrot of ‘more sleep’.
Before this snooze button dependency, me and early mornings had a good thing going on: I would set my alarm for 5am and by 5.30 I’d be sat with tea, working for a couple of hours before Boo woke up. There’s something about the calm of early mornings before the e-mails ping and the phone rings that allows me to get ahead not only for the day but in my mind before I’m crowded with everything that adds to me being me.
So from Monday I’m banishing the snooze button, I’ll set my alarm for 7am for the first few days and after that start working my way back earlier and earlier until I rejoin the 5am club. With all the chaos and change that will inevitably come with moving house – I need to recoup the calm of the day. I shall be replacing the snooze button with large amounts of Earl Grey and Twitter, and owning those 4152 hours… although I may need reminding of this when I reach the pre 6am point!










