Tuesday, July 3, 2007

The Only Time Sleeping In Has Ever Sucked.

This morning, a Tuesday, I was woken by Alex's incredulous words: "It's 9:30 in the morning." Only it was more like this: "OH MY GOD, IT'S 9:30 IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!" Because it's, you know, a Tuesday, and normal people—you know, people with jobs and whatnot—have things to do prior to 9:30 in the morning. On a Tuesday.

It's not that we don't have alarm clocks, it's just that was haven't needed them for, hmmmm, 5 years, 8 months, and 21 days. 'Cause we have kids. And just like sometimes you set your alarm clock wrong, our wake-up system failed us this morning. Alex made it downstairs before me to find Sam and Quinn still sleeping soundly. (Sam, mind you, being the one-year-old who used to wake up screaming between 5 and 6 a.m. every morning.) Jack was apparently playing quietly in the living room. (Jack being the one-year-old who used to wake up and then amuse himself in his crib until we came to get him.)

Now, Alex was already more than two hours behind schedule, but a late wakeup is less of a big deal for me, seeing as how I stay home with the kids. Except for today. This particular Tuesday I needed to drop Sam and Jack off for preschool camp at 9:30. Normally it's not a big deal to be late to camp, but I needed to drop them off so I didn't have to drag them to Quinn's doctor appointment at 10. The appointment was to discuss Q's chronic constipation (frequent readers will know of what I speak), and I really didn't want to take two tag-alongs with me.

I'm not going to post my route from MapQuest annotated with driving times or anything, but, Holy Jesus, did I make good time! After waking up at 9:28 or so, the four of us were dressed and in the car and the older two had their extra clothes, towels, and freshly-packed lunches with them at 9:40 by the dashboard clock. Nine minutes later I was at the school. Four quick minutes to shove Sam and Jack into their classrooms (Jack still eating his breakfast), and I was at the doctor's by 10:07.

Of course this whole time I was highly discombobulated. There's something about going from sound sleep to full motion in 3 minutes that throws me off for a good hour or so. And honestly, the last time I had to come out of sleep to action like that is probably back in college when I'd regularly wake up late for things like class. And exams. (Honest to God, I entirely slept through an entire exam once, but was able to get a doctor's note—in my defense, I had been sick—and the TA kindly, and even sympathetically, let me take it in her office later.)

Of course, the question on everybody's mind: Why couldn't the little monste- darlings sleep in until 9:30 on a Saturday?

2 comments:

  1. I was so very excited to NOT set the alarm last night...and I would have slept til after nine had my darling son not woken up at 8:30.

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  2. See? SUPERMOM! You got everyone where they needed to be, just in the nick of time! No worries. Supermom.

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