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Oh! Hello. You're here for day 10 of the March challenge?
Hmm, my daily routine usually starts with an alarm going off. Again. And again. And again. And again. My husband has a love/hate relationship with the snooze button, and so he lovingly sets it the night before, and then smacks it repeatedly every morning from about six AM until about seven fifteen or so when he finally leaves the house.
I, on the other hand, have only a hate relationship with his snooze button.
Have I mentioned that Jeremy is the love of my life? Because now would be a good time to let you know that.
While Jeremy is showering with his phone sitting in arm's reach on the back of the toilet (I am so waiting for it to fall in some day) so he can smack it while he's in the shower (I am NOT kidding), my alarm goes off. Get up, it tells me.
In your dreams, I respond.
No, seriously, get up, it answers.
Ugh.
GET. UP.
Okay, okay. I'm up.
One leg out from under the covers does not constitute getting up.
It qualifies for me.
About this time, a little blonde girl and her favored stuffed animal of the day stumble into my room and snuggle as closely as possible into my body. If she could crawl back inside me, she would.
See? I tell my alarm clock. Getting up is highly over-rated.
About three minutes pass before Liberty Grace mumbles, "I'm hungry, Mommy," and her six-year-old body starts wiggling with anticipation of the day.
"Okay," I mumble back to her while my mind attempts to remember what I had planned for breakfast that morning.
Another couple minutes pass.
"Mommy, I'm really hungry."
We hear the water shut off in the shower as Jeremy's alarm goes off for the 400th time. "Okay, Gracie-girl, let's get going," I say as I gently nudge her out of bed and follow her to the kitchen. "Go get dressed while I make breakfast."
We have the same relationship with our alarm clock too. With our new schedule hubby even added his phone alarm into the mix... Church bells.
Awwww....cute!!!
Sweet! There's nothing better than snuggling with those little ones in the morning. :-)
I am so, so , SO lucky to not have to set an alarm. I detest alarms. In fact, I don't sleep well when I do have one set, because my body goes in to high alert waiting for it to go off.
My alarm is the kids, unless I have somewhere to be at a fairly early time in the morning. Then my alarm might be my husband telling me it's time to get up or it might be my phone alarm telling me why it is going off.
I could wake up to the alarm and while it's going off fall asleep, but my husband can't stand leaving it on. So if I set the alarm he makes me get up and turn it off. :/