The alarm goes off. The Chairman gently nudges me to turn it off. Ugh. Six o'clock came early today. I turn it off. Wow, the house is sure quiet and the furnace hasn't kicked in. I put on my fuzzy purple bathrobe (that you've all seen) REI slippers and shuffle out to the hall. I check the programmable thermostat. What? The time is off. Weird. I punch a few buttons to correct the time and get the furnace firing up.
Lisi comes walking toward me with glee. Breakfast time! One of her two favorite times of the day! I go feed her. Then realize it is too quiet upstairs. I run up the stairs and knock on daughter #1's door. "GET UP! You must not have set your alarm!"
I go back to the kitchen and start making her lunch. "Mom? Why did you wake me up at 5:15?" What? I whirl around and look at the microwave. It says 5:15. I look at the oven. It says 5:15. What in the... oh good grief. My alarm clock time must have gotten changed somehow when I set it.
I suddenly feel reeeeally tired. I wander to the living room and plop down on the sofa for a quick nap. It doesn't come because I'm worried that daughter #1's alarm won't go off and she'll miss the bus and it will be one hot mess of a start to a Tuesday.
It seems kind of interesting to me how I was so convinced the programmable thermostat was wrong and it never even occurred to me that maybe the problem was me and not the thermostat. I also find it interesting that even though it was an hour earlier, Lisi reacted exactly the same. It's breakfast time no matter the hour!
Please don't call me this afternoon. I have a hunch a nap might be in my plans.
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