July 2010

We don’t set alarms around here. I can usually make myself wake up whenever I need to be up. My son wakes up at 6:30, so we usually don’t NEED to get up any earlier than that anyway. But this morning my husband set his alarm for 5:30. He is playing golf (which he never does) and had to be there at 6:15. Yikes. Regardless, I figured I’d get a few minutes of lovely early morning sleep alone in my bed. (What? You know that’s good sleep!)

Anyway, I was awake at 5:24. (See, I knew he had to get up at 5:30 and woke up on my own.) I was hoping he’d just get up and not let that infernal alarm go off. But he didn’t. And I think that alarm clocks have got to be the WORST invention in the world. Ugh. Nothing puts me in a worse mood than being awoken by that horrific sound.

Well, of course, he didn’t get up right away. He pressed snooze. Meaning I was going to have to listen to that alarm again. I begged him to turn it off but I could never quite tell if he did it or not. Apparently he did AND wouldn’t you know he actually fell asleep again and got up late? While I’m laying in the bed with my eyes open.

Finally, after he gets dressed, packs a bag, knocks down some chairs, throws a big blue ox through the living room and who knows what other loud things, he leaves. I was thinking, “Well, at least I’ll get 15 minutes to myself before Asa wakes up.” There is nothing like laying in your bed alone knowing you don’t have to get up yet. And I was planning to revel in it.

So, I hear my husband’s truck drive away, I nestle down in the blankets, close my eyes and hope for sleep. But as soon as my body relaxes, what do I hear?

“Mooommmyyy!”

photo by DanielJames

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