The Murphy In Me

I laughed out loud when I read a friend's secret to her ability to getting it all done: She started sleeping an hour less. I just don't have the ability to survive on less than 8 hours sleep. Well, I actually I have survived, but I tend to drag around the house accomplishing very little when I haven't had much sleep.

Then today, a friend emailed this lovely quote to me, along with her comment at the end:

The main character is waiting for his friend and the friend's housekeeper suggests he not tell him about the new bottle of whisky in the cupboard, as she has trouble getting him up in time for work in the mornings.
"It's not the whisky," Blair said, smiling at her, "it's the Irish in him. All the Irish hate getting up."
This gave her pause on the doorstep; evidently struck by this new idea. "I wouldn't wonder," she said. "My old man's the same, and he's Irish. It's not whisky with him; just original sin. At least, that's what I always thought. But perhaps it's just his misfortune in being a Murphy."- The Franchise Affair by Josephine Tey.

So maybe you don't need any more anemia tests? :)

I had to laugh because she lived next door to me in England and as I had no alarm clock, I asked her to wake me up every day. (Dates me doesn't it, now that we all have cell phones with alarms?) We had been there a week when my birthday came and she gifted me with a travel alarm clock.

Once at a gathering of friends, my old roommates all started telling their horror stories of my awful alarm clock (a different one) and how many times it went off each morning and the terrible sounds it made. Several of them thought I should pay for their therapy.

Now I have children and I don't wake up to an alarm. But I do still sleep through my husband's. Now I know it is just an Irish problem.