You hear that dreadful noise coming through your dream. That constant and annoying sound that just keeps going on and on. You struggle to make sense of the repetition and slowly your mind sharpens to the point that you can make out that the irritation is your alarm clock going off. You reach an arm out from under your warm cocoon and are startled by the frigid air. Fumbling around, you finally locate the snooze button and quickly draw your hand back under the protection of the warm covers. You snuggle back down into your comfortably warm cloud and float back into the world of tranquility. You are just getting back to your pleasant dream when the peace is broken by that blaring noise again. You repeat this process for the next thirty minutes in nine minute intervals before you finally yield to the electronic pest.
Okay, I know that getting a second blog post in one week’s span is totally out of the character of how I run my website. Normally I wouldn’t do this, with the fear that I’d be flooding your inbox. However, I thought this subject is just too important to address to wait for almost a whole week.
As you hopefully know, this weekend we are supposed to move our clocks back one hour. Extra sleep – hooray! You may also have heard that it is a good time to change your smoke detector batteries. Of course, there is no magic reason why this has to be done when you change your clocks. It is just a good way to remember. It is so easy to know it should be done, but you just don’t have the time, don’t have the batteries, and maybe don’t think it is all that important. So, it gets put off until “next week”, which gets put off until “next month”, which gets put off indefinitely. So, while there are a few days before our catch-up-on-sleep day, count up how many smoke detectors you have in your house and then go out to the store (if you need to) and buy some batteries. We had to pick up eight batteries for our house and I am thankful that my husband is faithful about replacing them right on schedule.
You see, back in 2004 we had a fire that scared us to the core. It was an awful week. My husband’s father died that Monday. The next day was my husband’s 51st birthday. We lamely tried to do the birthday traditions, but our hearts were not in it. The visitation was on Wednesday and being a one day deal, it was long and exhausting. On top of that I had a cold and felt miserable. By the time we came home, I could barely move. I was just plain worn out. I remember it was all I could do to crawl into my pajamas. I decided I didn’t even have energy to brush my teeth (did I tell you that I am a dental hygienist?). Continue reading