If I don't get up at 6:29am.... my day goes to crap.
It's taken me from the start of school in September until now to really have that sink in. And more than one time where I decided to lie in bed PAST 6:29.
6:29 is my 3rd alarm.
3 alarms, different tunes, some with Smart Alarm, which plays soft (but still terribly annoying) music that gets louder slowly over 3 minutes and then the alarm, some with Snooze. They start before 6am and the last one goes off at 6:29.
I actually do get out of bed. Like a Zombie and most grudgingly. But I do.
And then, I do things for EVERYONE ELSE for the next 2.5 hours. And then, only then, can I regroup and think about a shower, or actual clothing for the day. Or maybe breakfast. Another cup of coffee.
Then the day goes by and I eventually go to bed, somewhere between 9pm and 1am. And I dread 6:29.
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Other Recent Highlights:
RJ sleeping at the wheel at Wegman's Market
Still trying not to sleep
My super-scary (and yummy) Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins. They're stabbingly delicious!
Last Tuesday the downstairs got cleaned, fully and completely. Ceiling fan blades, dusting, mopping, behind the couches, all of it. I took pictures because it only looked like this for about 30 seconds. But it was wonderful.
Chase got two stubborn baby teeth pulled so the new ones could come in straight. Ice cream for lunch? No problem, Mom!
Indy went to the school dance with a BOY. She got FLOWERS. Oooh la la!
This Zombie Princess performed with her baton twirling team in a local Halloween Parade.
Riley drew a picture, Mommy and Riley.
