
No one can ever accuse me of being a morning person. I certainly don’t jump out of the bed and bid the day a cheery “hello”. No, I’m definitely a hit the snooze button several times kind of gal and I make no apologies for the fact that I prefer the quiet of late night to the tranquility of early morning. That might account for how and why my mind was able to trick me that morning a few years back.
That night ended like so many of my mid-winter nights, writing emails into the wee hours of the morning, making a list of all the things I would like to get to the next day knowing that many of them would probably go undone and taking the time to appreciate the sound of the telephone not ringing.
Like most moms I know, sleep is never far away once I hit the pillow and always as I drift off I think about the next morning’s routine…the alarm sounds. I hit the snooze button once – 10 more glorious minutes. The alarm sounds. I hit the snooze button again. Another 10 minutes but not so sound. The alarm sounds. Just in time for the morning school report.
Listening to the morning school report is a must any day but during the winter it is critical. “Today there is a blizzard. All schools and most businesses are closed.” Wow, I hadn’t even heard that we were expecting a storm. Typical, I never seem to have a handle on the weather or my grocery shopping. Oh well, only one real option, roll over and continue to sleep. I have learned to never argue with the school report.
Another hour goes by and my son creeps into the room. “Mom, are you getting up. We’ll be late for school.” I explain, “There’s a snow storm and school is cancelled. You go back to bed and we’ll check the news again later. Okay.” What a welcome relief, a couple extra hours of sleep never go astray. Finally, time to face the day no matter what. I take a quick peek outside. Strange, it does seem to be so stormy, must be blowing through quickly.
Oh yeah, super moms feed their children breakfast. Considering we had the time bacon and eggs seem the best choice. Why, this is a treat, a leisurely breakfast in the middle of the week. I can only imagine what a whole bunch of days like this would be. Oh well, let’s just enjoy this one for a moment but only for a moment before the darn telephone rings.
That’s strange, it’s the office. Who would be calling from there this morning? Am I okay? Sure, I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be okay. I didn’t show up for work and I didn’t call. Well, considering there is a snow storm why was that so unusual. No snow storm? No schools closed? All businesses are open. No way. I listened to this morning’s school report.
The children are hearing my conversation. No one is quite sure what is going on most certainly not me. I’m hearing the “Twilight Zone” theme music in the background and wonder if life hasn’t caught up with me in a big way. Another more careful check outside confirmed the obvious, there was no snow storm.
So, what really happened? I can only offer a couple of possibilities; I forgot to set the alarm and my mind went through my morning routine without me. I think that is only fair considering how many mornings I go through my morning routine without my mind or maybe I did set my alarm and turned it off instead of hitting the snooze allowing a runaway dream to take over from there.
My children remind me often about that very strange morning. They are not shy about telling there friends about how they got to pip off school because Mom dreamed there was a snow storm. Me, I just smile at how my mind or maybe body got the better of me. And many mornings now when I hit the snooze button I wonder will it be 10 glorious minutes or a morning of leisure?
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