Before Vikky's visit, I went out and bought a cheapie alarm clock for the guest room. Jeremy's sister hadn't needed one - she had the kids, the youngest of whom would wake her as soon as the sun had risen saying "It's time to get up, mommy. The sky is blue."
Most alarm clocks are pretty easy to figure out, but this one, I brought it home and it's got so many damned buttons I quickly gave up trying to understand how to set it, just plugged it in (it's one of those that gets the time from satellites, so I didn't have to set it) and stuck the instructions underneath it. I figured if Vikky needed to use it, she could read the directions. In my mind I wished her better luck than I had!
Last night I was exhausted. I had fallen asleep on the couch by about 8:30 or so, so Jeremy woke me up to go to bed, which I did. At 3:08 a.m. I heard an alarm going off. In my half-asleep stupor I couldn't figure out what was going on. I finally figured out it was coming from the guest room and figured it out .. it was the alarm in there! I assume it was set for that time yesterday, because Jeremy and Vikky left at 4 a.m. to head to the airport. So I stumbled in there and just plopped my hand down on top of it. The noise stopped! Apparently in my sleepiness, that was enough for my brain to say "Problem stopped. Go back to bed." Which I did. Usually once I am awake, I am awake for good, but this time I had no problem falling back asleep (I must have been REALLY tired).
It was awesome ... until 3:18 a.m. when the snooze button I apparently hit set off the alarm again. I stumbled back across the hall to figure out how to turn the damned thing off, but couldn't figure it out (I should have read the stupid directions when I bought it!) I finally gave up and thought, to hell with this, and unplugged the damn thing, tossing it on the futon.
At this point I wasn't immediately tired, but knew I'd fall back asleep if I could watch tv for a bit. So I went out to the living room, turned on the tv, cruised through a few blogs, and then all of a sudden heard another alarm! I chuckled because I figured Jeremy had forgotten to set HIS back to the normal time, too. So I waited for him to get up to turn it off.
He didn't.
So I went to investigate.
There, on the futon, was the alarm clock, unplugged and dark, with a DIFFERENT SOUNDING alarm going off! wtf?! What was this clock, Satan's playtoy or what?
Then I remembered the battery backups in it. After hitting every button possible to turn the damned thing off, of course. Apparently if the power goes off (or gets unplugged), it turns off the lights to the clock, but the clock is still working and the alarm still goes off. Good to know.
I stomped out to the living room, fuming at the stupid clock, and ripped the batteries out. I threw the clock on the couch (ok, maybe more "at" the couch) and threw the batteries in another direction. Let's see that SOB go off again NOW!
It didn't, so I went to the other couch, watched tv a bit, then promptly fell back asleep. When Jeremy was leaving at around 6:10, I got up and went back to bed. My alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. Since I'd showered last night, I had a little time to sleep in this morning, so I hit the snooze a couple times. The last time I remember hearing the alarm, it was 6:50. At which point I must have just turned the damned thing off (MY alarm clock I know how to manipulate). I woke up on my own at 7:30 and flew into a panic because I have to be to work by 8. I made it by 7:57, and the only thing I forgot to do was brush my hair (which, at this length, doesn't really matter much). Of course I took a moment to take a quick snapshot of the offending clock and batteries for my blog this morning. Priorities, y'know?
I can just tell it's going to be one of "those" days.
