I am the queen of the snooze button. On any given morning, I’ll reach out my arm and smack my buzzing alarm clock three or four times before I finally roll out of bed.
And no one else in the room – my husband and, on many occasions, the cat and the kids – reacts to the fact that the alarm is blaring in nine-minute increments either. They just curl up deeper under the covers and keep sleeping.
This morning, by some miracle, I was the first one awake, so I headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. I preheated the oven for waffles and put a pan of bacon on the stove.
It took just a few minutes for the heavenly scent of fried pork to begin wafting through the house. And before I realized it, my husband was in the kitchen, too, brewing a pot of coffee, as the cat weaved his way between my feet. Then Anthony came walking down the hallway, seeking out his morning meal.
The only one I had to wake up was Cera, who is a complete bear in the mornings. But today, when I mentioned the word “bacon,” she opened her eyes and got out of bed without protest.
So, I guess I’ll have to continue to use the alarm clock to wake myself up in the mornings.
But for the rest of the family, I’ll be making bacon.