Every weekday morning my alarm goes off at The Crack of Crack, also known as 5:30 a.m.  Until daylight savings started a couple of weeks ago, this was okay.  I mean, I didn’t look forward to it or anything, but most of the time I was able to get up and be productive and all that.  Yeah. Those days are NO MORE.  The first Monday after we set the clocks, I slept in until 7.  Then, on Tuesday – 7:15.  Even now, more than a little bit into this change, I’m lucky if I’m up and brewing my decaf coffee by 6:30.

When the alarm goes off at 5:30, I reach over and slam down on the REPEAT ALARM bar across the top of the clock radio, and then I start doing snooze alarm math.  You know what I’m talking about:  I’ll sleep another eight minutes and make the kids cereal for breakfast instead of eggs.  Eight minutes and another whomp later:  I’ll sleep another eight minutes and put my hair in a ponytail after I wash it.  Eight more minutes, one more whomp: Okay.  I don’t really need to wash my hair today anyway.  Another eight minutes: I’ll get ready TOTALLY fast.  Really fast.  Super super fast.  Eight minutes later: The kids can eat breakfast in the car on the way to school.  Eight minutes after that:  Ugh.  Eight more minutes: Eh, the kids can be late for school.  Who cares?  Not me?  I only care about sleeping just a little more.  Then sometime around 6:30 the alarm goes beepbeepbeep really fast which I learned the hard way is code for Get the hell up, I’m done repeating myself and now I am just OFF.  And that’s when I get up and see that I’ve slept in too late and curse myself for having to kick it into high gear. 

And I guess I don’t really have anything to say about all this, except for, you know, watch out for the snooze alarm math.