(Imagine that title being said as if you were telling a scary story by the campfire. Oooohhhhhh.....)
When my cell phone alarm went off at 1:30am this morning, I was ready to take a hammer to it just to let it know how I really felt about it.
Knowing if I pushed the off button, Luke and I would probably not get up so I pushed snooze instead and instantly fell back asleep with it still in my hand.
Ten minutes later, the dang thing went off again.
I would have given anything to be able to throw my cell phone out the window.
Somewhere between 1:40 and 2:00, I managed to slip on some clothes while Luke got ready to go.
At 2:00 I muttered under my breath at my brother, who would not answer or return my phone calls, as I dialed my neighbor's number. I was going to ask him to sleep at our house so I didn't have to bother anyone, but my neighbor offered to help when I couldn't get a hold of him.
We didn't even say hi once we got on the line. I simply stated, "This is one ungodly hour." She chuckled and said she was on her way over.
The guilt weighed heavily on me as she sat down on our couch and I wished again I had been able to get a hold of my brother.
Luke drove across town to the shuttle that would take him all the way down to the Salt Lake airport, we kissed goodbye and I told him to be careful on his business trip. Three days as a single mom isn't bad, I know that. But it still stinks.
Once I got home, I thanked my neighbor profusely (I think I'll owe her for life) and climbed back into bed, resetting the alarm for 7am. That would give me four more hours of sleep!
But when it went off, it was like a movie scene. I swung my hand over and hit the snooze button so hard I knocked it of the table. Opps... I mean, take that! And, serves you right!
I had a splitting headache but it was time to start the day.
I had heard a few strange noises over the last couple of days, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out where it was coming from!
Once the music started up again this afternoon, I was able to track its source to a package that had been sitting on my countertop for the last two days. It was for my brother from my mom.
Okay then, that was weird.
So I called up my mom and asked her what in the world she had sent?
"Oh, that's Abraham's new cell phone! His other one died."
So, all the strange noises I was hearing had been from me dialing my brother's phone and him not answering because it was sitting on my counter!
I guess I can't give him a hard time for not answering my phone calls now. He even got out of "sleeping on the couch duty" and he didn't even know it.