Saturday, October 20, 2012


My darling husband has three alarm clocks.  That's right - three.  Each one is set to the highest volume, so when the first one goes off, I rocket out of bed.  The kids tumble out of their beds.  I'm sure the neighbors are crawling from their beds.  The only one still in bed is Tim.  He hits snooze on the first one, then again.  Then the second one goes off.  Snooze, then the third one.

Because I'm up, the kids of course want me to change-their-diapers-fix-their-breakfasts-pour-their-milk-comb-their-hair-brush-their-teeth.

I wonder if Tim has a strategy?  Hmm...

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