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My wife is a snooze button hitter. I’m not. She goes to bed every night knowing that she’s going to hit the button two times before she gets up.
I ask her: Why not just set the alarm 15 minutes later (and not wake me up 3 times in the process)? She assures me that this wouldn’t work as she’d just hit it two times from that point.
Is it possible to be addicted to snoozing?
It’s slightly less painful for me to wake slowly over a period of 16 minutes or so rather than springing forth immediately upon hearing the buzzer.
I don’t know about your wife, however.
That’s how I think of it. Hitting the snooze button gives me an extra 10 minutes to transition out of sleep, as opposed to hauling my butt out of bed in a near-comatose state.
I don’t think it’s being addicted to snoozing, but how your body wakes up. Some people come to full alert the minute the alarm goes off, some people (like me, with TWO alarm settings) need to slowly get to wake-up mode. My first alarm goes off about 30:00 before I really need to get up, and I spend that 30:00 dozing and snoozing and generally getting my brain to flip all its switches.
Ivylad, on the other hand, is bang up full awake when the alarm goes off.
If I jump out of bed upon first waking I wind up with a monster headache. If I turn off the alarm and lay in bed for a couple minutes before getting up then I run the risk of falling back to sleep and then oversleeping. So I hit snooze 2-3 times and then get up.
This is exactly how it is for me.
I do things differently though. I set two alarms, one hour apart. I wake up on the first one and keep myself in a semi-awake state until the second one goes off. Then I stay in bed for another hour and get to work late.
This is the reason for me too. Each time I snooze after hitting the button, I wake up a little bit until the last time I hit it, I feel woken up enough to actually put my feet on the ground and get up.
I hadn’t thought about it from that angle before. Mrs Moniker is definitely NOT a morning person.
I’ll have to try to be more understanding on the days when we wake up at 6:00… and 6:06… and 6:12… and 6:18… or start sleeping on the couch. 
I am a snooze button hitter. Start at 6. Then 6:07, 6:14, … and finally out of bed at 7. I must hit it at least 5 or 6 times each morning. I feel like I get more sleep this way that which is obviously just not the case, but it tricks me into thinking I am cheating by laying there for just a few more minutes.
Shouldn’t your wife be the one who has to go sleep on the couch if she insists on hitting the snooze? Personally, it is pretty rude of her to keep having the snooze going off and waking you every 6 minutes as well.
In her defense, she is trying to get better. On days when she has to get up before me, she now has a two snooze max. Four or five snoozes isn’t uncommon on days that I’m already up. She’s also given me permission to shove her out of the bed when I’ve had enough. I’ve not been brave enough to attempt this yet, but I may find a small pillow that I can smack her with.
I’m a snoozer, and I have the fortunate circumstance that I can wake up to the radio being played so softly that it doesn’t wake my husband. In that I am not the sprining forth type, I hit it once, plunk back down to the pillow to activate the waking-up process, and when it goes off the second time, I can usually already smell the coffee and I get up.
I am a recovering snooze addict.
During undergrad, I was a definite snoozer. I would climb out of a lofted bed, take the two steps it took to traverse my room, hit the snooze button, then climb back into bed.
At some point, I realized that process was freakin’ nuts–probably after I’d fallen out of the loft and hurt myself a few times in the snooze process. I don’t remember how I broke the Cycle of Snooze Addiction, but now I just haul my sorry butt out of bed and get moving.
Recovery CAN happen!
I’m a big time snoozer, too, but then so is my husband, so we understand each other. Unfortunately, I’ve perfected the art of smacking the snooze button in my sleep, over and over and over again, so after a couple of incidents of mini-Marli’s school calling the house 1/2 hour after school let out to inquire if I was coming to take her home, I had to start setting a second alarm on the other side of the room. So now I can only hit snooze a couple of times before I actually have to get out of bed and go turn the other one off.
As to why I set the snoozing one in the first place rather than just relying on the across-the-room one, it’s because if I don’t wake myself up gradually, I get nauseous. Not to mention bitchy. Most days I resent waking up to the deepest core of my being, because most days I’m lucky to get 5 or 6 hours of sleep. 'S what I get for working graveyards.
I’m a snooze abuser. It’s just how my body wakes up. There are times when I can get up on the first alarm. Rare, but it happens. The rest of the time my brain is clawing at my eyelids for just another 5 or 10 minutes of sleep. So, I hit snooze. Twice. For each of my two alarms. The third alarm, which is set to go off 20 minutes after the first two go off, is my cue to stop hitting the damn snooze button and haul my groggy ass out of bed.
It works, too. The first time I’m a foggy haze and can barely make out the button I’m supposed to be hitting – indeed, I often can’t even remember which one I’m supposed to hit, and sometimes inadvertently turn the alarm off. (Hence two initial alarms). The second time I’m half expecting it so it’s not the same yank from deep sleep that the first was. When the third alarm (which I have to actually get up to turn off) goes off, I’ve already hit snooze twice, and I’m mentally alert enough by this time to know that this is my final warning.
I set my alarm for 6 AM, hit the snooze three times, am vertical at 6:27 and then I’m up and out the door by 6:35. Sometimes I even remember to dress first. I start work at 7 AM and I’ve shifted my routine around to shower in the late afternoon or early evening. I’ve largely acclimated to being up at that ungodly hour but I can’t face the notion of being awake at 5:30.
It feels really good to hit that snooze button and go back to sleep. The feeling of I don’t have to get out of bed yet is immensely satisfying, so yes, I think snoozing might be addictive. I often wake up early on weekend mornings and while it feels nice to be able to stay in bed, the feeling doesn’t have the same intensity as snoozing.
Now that the kids are out of school for the summer, I’m the first one who has to get up in the morning. This makes me unreasonably grumpy. During the school year the noise of everyone else moving about wakes me up even more gradually than the snooze.
I like to hit the snooze then spend 10 minutes lying in the bed, snuggling kitties. It’s quality time before the day smacks me in the face.
I’m a heavy snoozer. My alarm starts going off about 30 minutes before I need to get up, with 6-minute intervals. There’s been times where, having accidentally turned off the alarm before I’m ready to get up, I will change the alarm time for 6 minutes in the future to get some extra snoozing in.
I read a bit in one of the James Herriot books about a dairy farmer’s favorite thing was waking up, looking at the clock, realizing he didn’t have to get up yet, and going back to sleep.
I will wake up during the night, but it’s a quick look at the clock, and then right back to sleep.
For some reason I’m losing my ability to sleep in on the weekends, but I have gained the ability to fix in my mind after I’ve hit the snooze alarm twice that “I must be up again at 6am” and lo and behold, I’m awake again at 6am.