Today, I did something that I haven’t done in years. Seriously, it has been years since I have slept in and missed an alarm. You see, I don’t have an alarm clock. Well, I do but I don’t use it. I use the alarms on my cell phone. *Please God let there be alarms on a Blackberry (which I hope to get this weekend! YES!)* I use them for everything. I have multiple set.
Here they are for your viewing pleasure:
- Kids bus: This one alerts the kids that it is time to go wait for the bus. They know the sound so if I ever change it there might be problems.
- Pickup: This one reminds me when my daycare kiddo is going to be picked up. If I am not in my front room, I don’t hear the door knocking (obviously due to this morning’s mishap) so I set an alarm if she is going to be picked up to make sure I am within ear shot of the door.
- Kids up: This is for the weeks that I am not babysitting. It tells me to get up so I can get the kids up and ready for school.
- Take medicine: This one is reoccurring and hopefully self-explanatory.
- Get up: This is the one that failed me (or I failed) today. I set this either at 6:30a or 6:45a, depending on the day.
I have been doing this for years. My cell was my alarm when I was in preterm labor with Johnny and needed to take medicine every 6 hours around the clock. I used it at work when I worked midnights because it was a good reminder when I needed to start morning meds. I used it at the Lake since there was no other clock in the room. Sometimes, I just set one for fun.
Okay, not really. But, I change them and use them to my advantage all the time. I can’t add any more so I have to change the ones I already have in there. It is a process, people. A process I am unwilling to change. By the way, Mike now uses his cell to wake up in the mornings. Isn’t it great when your insanity rubs off on those around you?
Today, I realize, I am old. This comes the day before I turn 33. (Yes, my birthday is tomorrow!) I realize I can’t stay up late, get up with the baby, and still expect to wake up without problems. Being a mom has provided me little sleep over the past few years but I will take today as a warning. I need more sleep.
I can’t stay up late trying to fix the HTML on the blog, talk to Tayler, play on Twitter, and surf the web. I must rest and rest I will do. Tomorrow. I will rest tomorrow.
(Yeah, right! I am a mom of 5. I doubt I will get rest for at least 18 years.)
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