We haven’t set an alarm in a quite a while. On any given day of the week, regardless of such holy things as Saturday sleep-in time and unholy things as 8:30am church start time, a sweet little girl with loosely curled hair pops into our room at 7:15 after her Tot Clock turns yellow. She climbs over her father, settles in between us, and annoys us in her charming way (recounting dreams, asking questions, demanding cereal) until the babies start to call out (not cry, thankfully) sometime between 7:20 and 7:40. Thus begins every day.
So imagine our surprise this morning when we wake at 8:45 when the babies start calling out. Fluffy has snuck into our room at 7:15, pinched the iPad, and quietly repaired to her room for the past hour and a half.
If you’re wondering why we weren’t in Sacrament meeting this morning, now you know. I guess maybe we need to set a back up alarm. How tragic.