In the midst of rushing to get up, you may forget something important when you finally stumble into the shower (like rinsing out the conditioner).
You may not GET your shower, which may be a problem when the people around you smell you coming (due to three or four days of whack-a-mole).
You will feel guilt for failing in your monthly resolution.
You will not get lunches packed, which gets expensive and disgusting (read: McDonald’s for lunch).
It’s possible you’ll try to leave the house without your shoes (because your slippers are so fabulous and much more comfortable than real shoes anyway), leading to strange looks from the people who smelled you a mile off.
Poor Hubby won’t get a note, and he’ll be leaving the house empty-handed, adding to your guilt.
Darling daughter will be the one to wake you up. Her screeching “HI MOMMY!” will not only stop your heart for two full minutes, it will leave you with a permanent mark on your head from where you bonked it on the headboard. You’ll have a headache for most of the day.
What kind of Lenten sacrifice is sleeping in? Your soul is in serious danger, lady, and you’d better straighten up right away!
You will post a strange hodgepodge about the dangers of whack-a-moling the alarm clock, knowing that (a) it will not stop you from doing it first thing tomorrow and (b) no one’s going to feel sorry for you.
First trimester pregnancy is no reason to abuse an innocent alarm clock. The clock might well revolt and start whacking you if you’re not careful!
Due to getting up later than you should, the entire household will be at least X minutes off for the entire day. This is not good for Hubby, when he saunters into work, sounding like a seventh-grader when he says “My wife didn’t get me up in time.” (The man could have four alarm clocks going off. It takes a real person to shake him and say, “GET UP, dear.”)
You won’t have time to blog – to read or to write. Therefore, you won’t know what’s going on in the blogosphere. Get yourself moving, missy! This is a serious offense!
So funny!! You always make me laugh. I had some similar experiences last night/this morning. Hubby had a 6AM flight and of course with all of my other goings ons I didn’t get a chance to even begin packing for him until after 11:00pm. SO when at 4AM the buzzer started buzzing, I went to whack and dear hubby had moved the alarm clock to across the room!!! So we HAD to get up and turn it off. His way of making sure he didn’t miss his flight. It worked!!
Instead of feeding your guilt-o-meter, why not ask your family for your winning tickets? Surely you must have gotten some from playing Whack-A-Mole. We all do it, it’s normal to be tired, plus daylight savings really can knock us when we are already down (and exhausted!)
Aviva and I have a goal to absolve guilt…One mommy at a time. Today it was you!
Jonnie got the Whack-A-Mole game for Christmas and may I say that it’s a very theraputic game after a stressful day at the office! I’m suprised the game is still in one piece!
Don’t be so hard on yourself. The time changed, you’re pregnant and your body is going through a lot of changes right now, you have an active toddler, and you try to make time for hubby. Like me, you’re probably burning the candle at both ends and today is the day that the ends met in the middle!
A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.
hello,
I work for Paulo Coelho’s publisher and I discovered your blog whilst doing my daily duties… which include digging through hundreds of Google searched pages for Paulo related stories.
Seeing as you are interested in his work – I thought you might be interested to know that Paulo has set up a new blog here: http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/witch-of-portobello/
Hope you get a chance to take a look some time – and maybe pass the link on ?
Many thanks for your time.
Kate B