So it’s your day off, you forgot to turn off your alarm clock and it wakes you up. When you realize you don’t have to go to work are you angry or happy?
For me it usually takes me a about a dozen steps before it dawns on me. Then I get really elated and throw myself back into bed with a huge smile on my face. Even though I’d rather sleep through it I am left feeling pretty happy about the whole situation. In fact my bed seems much more welcoming then normal when that happens.
Sometimes I set my alarm on days when I can sleep in. I find that I enjoy it so much more.
I shut it off, and go back to sleep. But my internal body clock usually wakes me up before the radio goes on, so I usually notice it at that point and shut it off before AC/DC starts screaming at me.
I usually realize before getting out of bed, so I just shut it off stay put.
I actually kind of like it. I usually go back to sleep easily (although I’ve been having more trouble with that lately) so it’s kind of like getting a treat when you can shut the alarm off knowing you can take another couple of hours if you want.
I usually don’t use an alarm clock. I believe that a body should sleep until it is done needing sleep. I am lucky enough to be close to work and have a boss that is tolerant of when I come and go. (This actually will end, my next job will probably be much farther away.)
I used to do this on occasion just to satisfy my internal sleep junkie. However on occasion it backfired and I couldn’t get back to sleep again, which pissed me off, so I stopped doing it.
I’m mildly annoyed at myself at first for needlessly waking myself up, but then when I realize how nice it is that I don’t have to go to work, it’s a wonderful feeling, especially when it’s a cold, windy and blustery day and I can savor the warmth and coziness of my home and my bed for a couple hours or so as I drift back to sleep.
I enjoy the ‘second sleep’ so much I have two alarm clocks, one to wake me a hour early just so I can roll over again.
Hugely, hugely elated. Big, content grin on my face as I switch off the alarm, turn back over in my bed, and go right back to sleep.
I haven’t done that for more than 10 years.
Oh, yeah. Because if you sleep in without the alarm clock going off, you don’t know you’re sleeping in and dissing that infernal beeping clock. What’s the fun in that? I like to know I’m thumbing my nose at the alarm clock.
The cats are much more sure a thing than any alarm clock. They are always active about 15 minutes before the alarm goes off. So far, I have been unable to figure out how to shut them off on the weekends. 
This, exactly this. Although sometimes I don’t hear the alarm clock at all (just like sometimes I don’t hear it on workdays. Ugh.)
But there are few better feelings in life than realizing that you don’t have to get up. Rolling over, snuggling in, and going back to sleep is just exceptionally delicious.
My alarm clock scares me.
It sets itself. All you have to do is plug it into the wall, and it sets itself to the correct time. If you’ve set the same time to wake on weekdays, after a while, it will set itself if you forget.
Maybe I hit a button I shouldn’t have, but lately, it’s taken to waking me at 10:00 on weekends without my commanding it to do so. I’m frightened. It’s deciding when I should get up. How long before it decides to take over the world?
i, for one, welcome our new alarm clock overlords!
…(it’s my first time saying that. is it appropriate? was it good for you?)
why in the hell are the google ads about plastic surgery? last thing i need is an alarm clock implant. then i couldn’t have a shower and my forhead would be blinking “12:00” every time the power went off.
These days, I am quite happy to shut it off and roll over. This is because my loving husband bought me an alarm clock that wakes me up gently.
The one before that would jolt me awake, and when jolted awake, I feel angry. Every morning I’d wake up and think I was having a heart attack because a cement truck and a dump truck had crashed into my bedroom window, spilling cement and garbage all over me. And cold water. From God. Or something. The end times occurred in my bedroom, every morning. How I loathed that alarm clock. And when I hear it on television, I snarl and snap like a pit bull off his leash, see red, and want to SMASH!
You know the sound? BLART BLART BLART BLART!
Just thinking about it makes me nervous. I’m going to go hug my gentle alarm clock now.
I so wish those gentle alarms worked for me. Sleep is my jealous lover, and you can’t pry me from her arms gently.
When I was a teenager, my mother used to wake me up with a stream of water from a spray bottle.
I have a problem. I’m aware of it.
So that’s where’s she’s been all night! shakes fist
She’s my capricious lover. 
Sleep likes me beeeeeeest!!! 
Me too.