my little pink clock. I do, really...
It's cute and it's cheery.
And I just figured out that it is making my life a living hell...
I got this clock earlier this year - maybe as a belated holiday gift to myself? And basically, it was all about love. I saw it and was immediately smitten.
Not only is it totally girly and pink (and being in the only girl in the house, I decided that sometimes I do need something all girlsome just to mark my place in this world...) but it promised to "wake me up to gentle illuminating light" - how can you not love that? It sounded so soothing.
Also, it sounded considerate - I hate hearing someone else's alarm go off, and since I am typically the first person up around here, it seemed like a nice idea not to have to disturb Bubba and Schecky with the sound of my alarm.
Well, it took some time to get used to it. At first, I totally slept through the gentle illuminating light. Which is bad - because after a minute or two of gentle illuminating light, the alarm from hell rings - it sounds like the tardy bell from the elementary school of your nightmares! That bell is loud and harsh...
But, I gradually trained myself to recognize the gentle pulses of light, and soon I was being roused from the land of slumber by flashes of pale pink light. Quite pleasant, actually. And I got really good at it - consistently waking up with the first few flashes, no more Hell's Bells to disturb the rest of the family.
This is a good thing, right? Maybe not.
Lately, I've been having the worst nights I can remember. We've been having a lot of late night thunderstorms - and I've been waking bolt upright at the first clap of thunder. Which is really unusual. I can sleep through anything - it's a joke around here. Hurricane Opal hit here many years ago, nearly brought the house down and I slept through the entire thing*. So why have I been waking up every single night this week in the wee hours?
This morning, as 2 am found me once again wide awake - it hit me. It's not the thunder. It's not even the pouring rain. It's the lightning.
I have gotten so good at waking myself up at the first flash of light that when the first bolt of lightning zigs across the night sky - I am awake.
And then I can't get back to sleep.
Now I have the world's worst headache, and I am cranky as all sin.
Stupid little pink clock.
Oh, who am I kidding. I can't stay mad at you...
Anyone know how to make blackout curtains for the bedroom?
*Later, after hearing everyone else's tales of the storm, I asked Bubba why he didn't wake me up! He replied that he just wanted to see how long I could sleep through it. I missed the whole thing...