I know I am not going to do this story justice. And the crazy thing is that it was just a blip. It happened so quickly and then it was over. Someday I will figure out the art of telling this story, but today will probably not be it. I'll try anyway.
Early this morning Andy came into my room. He was showered and dressed and had already had his first bowl of cereal when he realized that I had not come down and was, maybe, not coming down. So he came to get me. "Mom, wake up! It's time to go downstairs."
I was a little flustered that I hadn't heard my alarm, because I know I had set it, and something was just off. I turned the alarm off, got out of bed and grabbed my phone. As I was heading down the stairs I started up my phone and looked at the time. 12:37 a.m. WHAT?!? I looked again. Yep, it was just past midnight. No wonder my alarm hadn't gone off.
I told Andy that it was only 12:37 a.m. and he looked at me like I had two head. "But my alarm went off...", looks at the wall clock.
Yes, his alarm did go off. But we had about an hour power outage that day and his alarm clock reset to the basic settings, which is 12:00 a.m. for the alarm. He fixed the time but didn't think or know to fix the alarm.
He told me tonight that he was super tired when his alarm went off, couldn't believe how tired he was, but didn't question it or look at the time for that matter. Took his shower, got dressed and then wondered why it was so quiet in the house and I wasn't up yet.
Luckily we were both able to fall right back asleep, but I did have to wake him up when it really was 6:00 a.m., because he had already turned off his alarm clock for the day.