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Phoning in an end to an alarming problem

Submitted by on Sunday, 1 June 2008 No Comment
Originally published Sept. 13, 2007, thehive.modbee.com   

I woke up this morning.

That in and of itself is nothing new – I try to wake up most mornings. It’s cause for celebration, though, because I actually woke up on time, after two solid weeks of oversleeping 10 to 30 minutes. Two weeks of rushing the guys through breakfast, teeth-brushing (sometimes) and out the door, pleading “hurry like you’re furry.”

The problem was so obvious, the guys had even started to harass me about it.

“You gonna set the alarm, Mommy?” Big Guy asked every night as I put him to bed.

“Yes, I am.”

“Set it for real early, like 1. And wake up”

“Set malarm, Mommy” Little Guy added.

“Don’t forget,” Big Guy warned as I closed their door.

Last night, I not only didn’t forget. I also added another step: my cell phone.

My fortnight’s problem was twofold: I’m nocturnal by nature and drink way too much coffee. And my alarm clock is pushing 10 years old.

Alarm-clock rotation is crucial for vampires forced to face the light of day. In my case, five years usually is a clock’s statute of limitations. It’s not that I wear them out – they wear  me  out.

Think about it – you hear the same sound five days a week, 52 weeks a year for five years and you get used to tuning it out. Kind of like their father could always tune out the guys’ cries at night when they were babies.

Plus, I’m a hard-core snooze abuser. I’ve been known to walk across a room, slam the snooze and collapse back into bed. Repeatedly.

My current clock lasted as long as it did only because it has a double alarm with two tones, and I could keep swapping out the early and “oh, crap, it’s LATE” sounds.

But even that hasn’t worked of late. I was on the verge of buying a new clock when I overheard a woman at work talking about oversleeping because her cell phone battery died.

Brilliant, I thought.

Well, not the oversleeping part. But the part about a new clock with limitless alarms. One I already own and wouldn’t have to fight the guys through a trip to Target to buy.

I flipped open my phone and checked the sound settings. Loud beeps should work. We’ll go with that for a while. And when that wears me out, not to worry. I have 23 others. Plus limitless expansion capabilities. It’s as simple as making a digital recording of me yelling at myself “WAKE UP YOU IDIOT!” and emailing it to my phone.

So this morning, I woke up, made coffee and fixed the guys’ oatmeal at a leisurely pace. Nice!

I think I can go with this for a while. But, because I wouldn’t put it past me to forget to charge the phone, I’ll also continue to set the double alarm. 

Copyright 2007 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.

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