Counting Down with the Alarm Clock

            My kids are little, well, little enough. My youngest two, the twins, still will wake up sometimes and will climb in bed with me. I must admit that I like it. They are warm and cuddly, like a puppy only house-broken, for the most part. They do kick and squirm like children do and that makes sleep eventful if not impossible. I can live with this, it doesn’t happen every day and so I have fun with it. The thing that does bug me is when they both climb in with me and countdown the minutes until the alarm goes off. That, I do not need.

            “Forty-five minutes til the alarm goes off.”

            “Forty-four minutes til the alarm goes off.”

            “Forty-three minutes til the alarms goes off.”

            You get the idea. There is no hope to snooze through that because they are both watching the clock intently and are enjoying telling each other how long until that annoying thing buzzes and signifies the end of my slumber and the beginning of my normally busy and frustrating day.  They giggle and chatter back and forth while watching for that number to change and I guess I should be glad that they have some mad subtraction skills but when I know that I would normally have forty-five minutes left to lay there and act like I don’t have to get up, it makes it hard to be cheerful when I finally hear that I only have two minutes left until the alarm goes off.