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Sleeping till 10am Means it's Vacation

Muh Main Man is luckily the polar opposite of me--he's a morning person. Which I am not. Therefore he is on permanent alarm-clock backup which means if he wakes and my alarm has not gone off, he is under contract to wake me up. It only happens occasionally because I am compulsive about checking my alarm. And rechecking it. And checking it again. Actually, the problem isn't the alarm...it's the snooze button that I push until it stops going off. Which does happen more than occasionally.

This morning was the first morning of Easter break. So I did not set my alarm. On purpose. Vacation days, especially Day One, are sacred sleep-in-as-late-as-you-want-with-no -disturbance days. I intended to sleep in until 10am. At least. Unfortunately, the Short People don't like to waste vacation days catching up on their sleep. Of course, they can barely drag out of bed on a regular school day, but snow days and vacation days call for efficient use of extra TV and computer time. Fortunately though, they realize that the later mom sleeps, the more TV they get to watch without me lecturing about chores, addled gray matter and all that...so they let me sleep as long as I want.

But not Muh Main Man....he bolted out of bed at 7am dutifully announced that I hadn't set my alarm. I informed him there was no school. As if we haven't been rejoicing about this fact all week, he was totally confused as to why there was no school. He told me the weather was fine and was shocked when I told him it was Easter break. Must be he figures if his work doesn't close down for an extra three days, nobody else's does either!

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Mary Ellen said…
Not being a morning person myself...I would not have been happy! I sure hope you got to return to the slumber world until a more appropriate hour...
Mary Ellen said…
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lol when I know I have to get up in the morning, my internal alarm clock is set. But if I don't have to, sleeping in for me consists of getting up at 8am. Even on vacation days because my kiddos aren't in school yet lol.

Very funny that your Main Man didn't know that it was Easter Break.
tim said…
main man has focus...and is not distracted by the less critical issues. he's the general of his garrison.

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