I cannot stand waking up to the sound of an alarm clock. I especially detest the beeping kind, but I don't like the music ones either. I don't like to be woken up by someone whispering sweetly, "Vic, it's time to get up", I especially hated when my father would yell up the stairs in a military bellow.. "VIIIICCCKKKI wake up, VIIIIIICCCCKKKKI wake up!!!", I detested that. I told him over and over I could wake myself up, but he didn't want me to be late for work. After many years of waking up cranky, because of alarms (human and machine), I just decided one day to tell myself before bed what time I needed to wake by in the morning, and now I just get up at that time. Weird maybe, but effective. I wake up happy, and on time. It is great not waking up over and over to stare at the clock, to see how much more time I have to sleep. I get much more rest that way. There you are, I am my own, human alarm clock.
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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