Change in our routines can be jarring. When we moved into Army barracks in Germany, I remember almost coming to tears one night when I wandered into my parents' bedroom in search of the bathroom. In our old house, it was down the hall to the right of my bedroom; in the barracks, it was on the left. This morning, a change in routine might have rudely awakened my husband.
On Saturday night I was frustrated, my fingers crawling up and down the dial with the tiniest of movements on the wheel, attempting to find a radio station to awaken me in the morning. No such luck; the receiver had given out.
Luckily, my husband had given me a new alarm clock several years ago when I thought the old one was dying. Just when it seemed completely gone, a station would appear loud and strong, as if the machine was taunting me. So the new clock had stayed in the box on the floor near my bed, until Saturday. I plugged it in, read the instructions, and set the alarms.
I awoke unusually early on Sunday, and turned off the alarms so as not to wake my still-slumbering husband. Turning the alarms completely off is easy; there are sliding buttons on the far left and right, and I know they are off when the lighted dots go out.
This morning I awoke to the alarms for the first time, and had a moment of panic when I realized the reset button is a bit harder to find in the dark. It's tiny and located in the middle of the clock's top, so there were a few second of fumbling and feeling around before I figured it out. I can only imagine what my husband was thinking, knowing his alarm goes off an hour and a half later than mine. I will have to study the buttons tonight and imprint locations in my memory, or risk having a crabby spouse later!
Changes are not easy, even with an alarm clock and those hidden buttons. Best wishes in the morning, Chris.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda! Hopefully tomorrow will not be as chaotic in the first few minutes.
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