This morning, like most other mornings, I wanted to hurl the possessed alarm clock against the wall when it woke me up at the ungodly hour of 6:15am. I've never been a fan of getting up before 9am. Sometimes I even feel like crying when I have to leave for work in the morning, especially when I see The Boyfriend sprawled out on the bed in the comfy, inviting blankets, knowing that he can still sleep soundly for another three or more hours.
I’ve daydreamed about what it would be like to not have to work or have any big responsibilities. I especially fantasize about getting to sleep in every morning. I can see myself rising out of bed with a smile on my face, and with perfect hair, just like those girls in mattress commercials. I would meet up with my friends for brunch, do some afternoon shopping and basically becoming a master at the art of doing nothing. Of course I’d have a very generous man who would sponsor this lifestyle. I would be the perfect Lady of Leisure.
But then I thought; Wouldn't the Lady of Leisure get bored with her life with no real challenges? You can only go shopping that many times a week, and your friends would probably get sick of you calling them up for brunch every day. I realized that I do like having a purpose in life. You know, it feels good being a part of something bigger than yourself, and making a contribution to society. I also quite prefer making my own money and getting to spend it on whatever I want, without having to explain.
I guess I can accept only being a Lady of Leisure over the weekends. Miss Responsible will stick to throwing the alarm clock against the wall and getting up at 6:15am to go to work. Even if it means that I have to crawl out of bed five mornings out of the week, quite possibly looking the exact, frightening opposite of those mattress commercial girls.