If you want to hear a pregnant woman roar like a wookie, wake her up before her time.
I sleep on the alarm clock side of the bed because I don't have to crawl over Scott to get to the bathroom (which I use frequently during the night). Scott likes to remove at least one hearing aid at night, typically on the side he sleeps on. By the time morning comes around he's rolled over to the other side.
What that means is that the alarm clock howls for at least two minutes every nine minutes or so. Sometimes if I get really pissed, I'll take my foot and give him a hard shove to wake him up. Sometimes I turn to him with an angry scowl on my face and stare him awake. Sometimes I hit "snooze" and go back to sleep - let him deal wih the consequences of being ten minutes late.
Anyway, this morning I had one of those "find the noise" dreams when the alarm went off. My dream self could hear the sound of the alarm, but couldn't identify where it was coming from. I was putting my ear to toasters, radios, and all manner of appliances trying to figure out who was trying to set off a bomb or something. I unplugged things and removed batteries and yet the noise still persisted. I really, really thought someone was trying to jack me up. It was when my full bladder got my attention that I finally woke up and shut the damned alarm clock off.
Great. Now I'm cranky.
Posted by Tiffany at November 9, 2006 08:49 AM | TrackBack