You know, I thought I was holding things together pretty well, considering. Sure, it’s been stressful, but I’m still standing. [Insert cheesy musical interlude here.] I wasn’t patting myself on the back, or anything, but I thought I was doing okay.
This morning, Otto got up before me, before his alarm, even, and I continued to lie in bed, dozing, until his alarm went off. And then I flopped my way over to his side of the bed and began beating about on his alarm clock, trying to figure out how to make it stop going WAH WAH WAH WAH. Nothing I did seemed to work. And Otto was in the bathroom. Finally—cursing and flailing—I turned on his lamp and with the added visibility continued pushing buttons and whacking his clock, and muttering about THIS DAMN CLOCK WON’T TURN OFF, which is where I was when he came out of the bathroom and pointed out that it was MY clock’s alarm that was going off.
Oh.
I think that summarizes my current mental state pretty well.
So, uh, maybe go on over to Off Our Chest today to read some musings on handwriting, written when I was a little more together, and a little less confused by complicated objects like alarm clocks.
Big hugs! I think the alarm clocks were playing tricks.
Since I require an alarm clock marketed towards deaf people that vibrates, flashes lights, and can be set at a particularly obnoxious tone, I think you handled it very well.
Definitely big hugs heading your way! Alarm clocks are evil and yes, I’m convinced they were conspiring to confuse you.
I have, more than once, spent a great deal of time desperately trying to turn off the wrong side of my alarm clock – it has TWO alarms which is a brilliant idea when one is fully awake and functioning. Other times, not so much.
i’ve so done that. you’re not alone. :)
If it makes you feel any better…my alarm clock decided it should go on daylight savings time today. Woke me up an hour early. FOR NO GOOD REASON. Grr.
Once I woke up jet lagged in England and tried for a long time to turn off the alarm till my husband pointed out that the sound was in fact coming from the telephone.
New visitor – love your posts. Refreshing and honest with just the right amount of nuttiness. Looking forward to reading more of your work. Hang in there!
they way i see it… either you were WAYYYYYYY out of it, or you guys need to have alarm clocks that have distinctly different wake up tones.
Just sayin’ :)
Psssht. This sort of thing happens to me under normal circumstances. If you had thrown the alarm clock I would be slightly more worried. ;)
I can relate!!
On a topic more related to yesterday’s Cornered Office post, I just noticed your motto up there on the right. “Love. Write. Repeat.”
I think your readers have a motto, too: “Read, Love, Repeat.”
Alarms clocks, one of the main banes of our existance.
humankinds next great innovation will be in the arena of alarm clocks.
That is a sure sign that you are too tired. Which seems reasonable, under the circumstances.
Niiiice. At least you didn’t resort to breaking his alarm clock.
My husband recently decided to change his phone alarm to a rooster crowing. Aaaaaannnnnndddd he’s deaf as a post and needs several minutes (or hours) to actually hear it.
I’m such a a nice person really but I seem to resort to violence against his person when he doesn’t turn it off within seconds.
We are currently negotiating the selection of a new alarm sound he can both hear and doesn’t induce a violent reaction from me upon waking. It’s hard.
Oh my mental state is about the same, hon. We lost my Grampy on Monday and we’re just trying to work out all the logistics and there’s a million things to do about the memorial and family coming and etc etc etc!