What a weekend

We had a whirlwind weekend.  SuperMan’s 25th high school reunion was this past weekend.  We zipped down to Savannah for the reunion and picked up a bunch of furniture from my mom’s house while we were there.  They are downsizing and shared some furniture with us.  Now, I have to figure out where to put it! The good thing is that the girls now both have “new” bedroom sets.  They are very excited about it and I’m excited that we’ll have enough space to store their clothes properly.  Maybe now Big Girl will actually put her clothes away? (one can hope)

We also saw SuperMan’s sisters & their kids on Saturday at the reunion picnic.  It was great to see them and I can’t believe how big the kids are – they are practically adults.  Which is very strange to me because I remember the oldest being just a few months old at our wedding.  They are all growing up into such lovely people, though.

While we were at the picnic, the big kids took my “little” kids to the playground. It was so strange to see Big Girl walking with her oldest cousin. From the distance (and without my glasses) it looked like me walking with SuperMan’s oldest sister – as if I was looking at a flashback in time.  Wow.  Really?

And then, my heart just about burst watching Little Bit walking hand-in-hand with her big strapping cousin, looking up at him as if she was absolutely certain that nothing bad could happen to her as long as he was with her.  Which, in itself is a miracle, because Little Bit is a little bit intimidated by big, tall, strong, male cousins.  She is afraid and attracted all at the same time.

I’m in recovery mode today. 

My body is calling me all sorts of dirty words for making it haul furniture around yesterday. 

My mind is swarming and swimming with all the things I need to accomplish before the monkeys get out of school. 

And the rain is falling down outside, singing softly to me about naps, blankets, tea, and snuggling on the sofa with a book.

But, it is not to be for me.  I have way too many things to accomplish before that school bell rings today.

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Mind Games

I will start this post by admitting to you that what I’m about to share is a little bit crazy… as in I’m a little bit crazy.  But, if you know me, this is not news to you.  Yes, I’m a little bit crazy – aren’t we all?

Today’s craziness is all about getting up in the morning – and the mind games we play with ourselves around the dreaded alarm clock.

Let me ask you a few questions:

  • Do you set your clock to the ACTUAL time, or do you set it just a little bit fast?
  • Do you set your alarm early so that you can hit the snooze button a few times?

Now, it is confession time.

I do both.

How crazy is that?

Seriously crazy, I think.

But I’ve already admitted to you I’m a little nuts.

SuperMan is nuts, too.

Both clocks in our bedroom are set fast. Mine is about 20-30 minutes fast. His? I have no idea. I haven’t figured it out.

And while this seems a little crazy – I mean, if I KNOW the clock is set fast, then all I have to do is do a little math and I know what time it really is, right? I’m not fooling anyone…

or am I?

You see, the monkeys use my clock as a check as to whether or not it is really bedtime.  So, I get a little head-start this way.

But, it is nuts. I admit it.

Especially when you add in the fact that I set my alarm early so I can hit the snooze button a few times. It makes me feel like I am getting more sleep.  It’s probably terrible for me, but I do it anyway.


20-30 minutes fast on the clock setting + 20-30 minutes early on the alarm setting = too much math to do at 5AM when the alarm goes off. (or at least I THINK it’s 5AM)

So what do I do? I get up when I have hit the snooze 3 times. I know that it is roughly the right time to get up.  Some days, I get up earlier; some days I hit that snooze button just one more time (and usually regret it because then I have to rush)

Why do I play these mind games with myself?

I have no clue.

I’ve been doing it for so long I can’t even remember why I started in the first place. 

And I wonder if I quit would it totally mess me up and make me late? Who knows.

But tell me this… am I the only one who does this?

Come on, admit it… tell me you do, too.

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