My story. Let me tell you it.

So, I was at Kid’s Camp from Sunday evening till Tuesday afternoon which means I didn’t get nearly enough sleep, ever. I had more caffeine in those two days than I have had in the previous months. And it’s not just the lack of sleep, it’s the lack of sleep, coupled with the constant stream of questions, coupled with the constant activity. Suffice it to say I was tired yesterday. But, I had to help a friend pack up stuff because she’s moving. No problem. Get home around 7:30 last night, force myself to stay awake until 9:30 on my laptop which forced me to unplug my alarm clock (no worries, battery backup) and fall asleep exhausted before I switched the plugs back (IMPORTANT PLOT POINT!).

All that to tell you that when I woke up this morning and my watch said 9:25, I wasn’t really surprised I didn’t hear my alarm two hours earlier. I didn’t panic, jump out of bed and scramble to the bathroom. No, I calmly said, “huh,” reflected on the fact that I didn’t even roll over at my usual getting up time—I must have been tired, got up, fed the cats, contemplated the flack I was going to take for being this late, thought it was awfully chilly outside, found some clothes, got ready for work, started my car to warm it and noticed that the clock in the car said 7:35. CURSE YOU WATCH!!!! CURSE YOU!!!!

Yes, in my sleep, I nudged my watch to the second time zone setting. Then failed to notice that the sun wasn’t really all the way up like you’d expect at 9:30, it was darn chilly outside still, and there was dew on the grass. So, I sat down for 5 minutes and then was on my way to work, on time.

Yeah, the ending is quite as dramatic as I would like. But I wasn’t two hours late for work either. So there’s pluses and minuses.