"Too Cute" and the alarm clock shuffle

"if you have no intention of getting up, don't set the alarm"~Emily Beeson

When we first got married, I would call Todd "Bed Slug". He would not get out of bed. I'd have the hideous BYU 8:00am classes cause I wanted in and OUT. Nothing better than being done with all classes by 11am each day, Fridays off. I was a master class scheduler. Flash forward a couple of kiddos, sleepless nights and boy, those roles reversed. Todd was OUT early in the morning working to pay the man and I was OUT dead tired. I put the "Bed Slug" to shame. A few more kids and I'm in the Hall of Fame for slugs. Well, Todd is still a bed slug at heart. He repeatedly sets his alarm for things like biking, swimming, running, early flights, early church meetings, work meetings, GOLF. I ask him every night, "do you have anything in the morning?" Meaning, how much do you want me to bug you to get up, should i set MY alarm?( I don't even need an alarm-I had to get one so I could help him get where he needs to be.) He has a biking group he likes to go out with but they leave at 4:40am. So, I see the biking outfit on his counter, the bike by the front door, water bottle chilling in the fridge and a quick breakfast on the counter. I can judge if he really wants to go by how much TV he watches the night before too. So it goes a little something like this. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep etc. for 60 seconds. I kind of nudge his back, tap his shoulder or kick his ankle. He hits snooze. "Are you going?"

What? What?
Toss, turn. A few minutes later, "the bike ride. Are you going?" (It is always necessary to remind him exactly which activity he mentally signed up for.)
Next I hear a swarm of bees (that's the biking group going by) TODD, there they go!
What? OH! (Then he either gets up to ride by himself or goes back to sleep.) If he gets up and goes, I'm usually awake for about an hour more, trying to fall back asleep, or getting the baby because he woke her up.

Today it was this: Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep etc. for 60 seconds, hits snooze. At 6:10am "Todd, get up. He's picking you up at 6:15, right? "
What?
"you are golfing today, your ride is coming in 5 minutes."

Oh Noooooooooooo.

So he hops in the shower . There is a knock at the door and I'm in a choice set of sleepwear this morning, a mismatched set, light blue shorts and a red/white polka-dot Mary Engelbreit pj top with a dog on it that says "TOO CUTE", a gift from my Mom. Hmm, I say, looking down at my attire. "I am not getting the door. I can not get the door, I am definitely not TOO CUTE! "

I'll text him.
Thanks, Honey.
I can't go back to sleep, so I blog. And just so you know, here are a few Taylors in the morning. I'd like to think that we'd provide a little entertainment, were there ever to be some travesty where everyone were evacuated from their homes and had to meet out in the street, by the mailbox.
Happy Thursday!