I think I've said before on this blog (somewhere, sometime) that I hate alarm clocks. The screeching sound of an alarm clock is the worst sound ever, ever, ever.
Before I started my sick leave, the alarm clock wouldn't even wake me up, probably because Tyler and I worked at the same place and I knew he was going to jump out of bed and shut it off. Honestly, I didn't even hear it. Now that I'm done work, for some reason the alarm wakes me up, and since I'm hugely pregnant I have major problems getting back to sleep. Mostly because I have to wee wee when I wake up, and that involves getting out of a nice warm bed and walking to the bathroom, sitting on a cold toilet seat (darn you cold fall temperatures!) and then climbing back into a slightly less warm bed, alone, because the husband is downstairs getting his coffee made and going to work. Poopy.
That's what happened to me this morning, and to make it worse, I was hungry when I woke up. I can usually warm up after getting back into bed, because we have nice snuggly blankets, but I can't eat my pillow or the tissues beside my bed. I probably could eat the tissues, because they are small and fragile, but it would be gross and thinking about it is making me want to gag.
So, I came downstairs, got the fire going again and got some cereal, and now I'm going to go tidy up my kitchen and living room and wait for Deklan to wake up. Yes, he's still sleeping peacefully.... he's going to wake up full of energy, and I'll be a half asleep zombie mommy... at least I can still get him some breakfast (pouring yogurt into a bowl doesn't require me to have both eyes open at the same time) and turn the TV on for him. Ugh, I hate TV. But I love it too. Stupid electronic babysitter of wonderfulness with a side of evil.