Dumb Alarms. Literally.

Yesterday was spring school pictures. That's right. Pictures once a year in the fall isn't good enough anymore. Now you gotta' have 'em twice a year. Kinda' like phase 1 and phase 2 of braces. Excuuuse me? What happened to getting braces ONE time AFTER all your adult teeth were in your mouth already?! You wore them for 2 years, and you were D-O-N-E. (I'm sure none of this has anything to do with money.)

Anywaaaay, back to the spring pictures.

The night before, Megan told me she wanted to wake up early so I could do something special with her hair. I reminded her that if she would get up when her alarm goes off (which pretty much never happens) she would have more than enough time to get her hair styled.

So, the morning of pictures arrives, and I'm in fast-forward mode, doing a bazillion things.

Megan's alarm is set for 6 AM. I go in around 6:30 AM to try and get her out of bed, like I always do. Henry goes in and succeeds in waking her up at 6:50 AM, only because he's offered her a piggy-back ride to the breakfast table, like he always does.

Me: So Meg, why did you get up so late?

Megan: Because my alarm didn't speak this morning.

I hate it when that happens.