Tuesday, May 24, 2011

I miss you.

I know, I know. I haven’t always been very nice to you. There were days when I woke up cursing your name.

I’ve referred to you as hateful. Obnoxious. Just plain mean.

I’m pretty sure I’ve even threatened physical violence a time or two (or ten).

But, these days, I find myself missing you.

I find that I miss waking up next to you.

I miss being asleep until the exact moment when you wake me up.

Oh, alarm clock, how I wish that I wasn’t awake loooong, looooooooong before your chiming sounds greet the morning.

Oh, alarm clock, how I miss you.

I do still hear you. But I am usually across the house when you start singing these days.

One day, I will be back. I promise. I promise we’ll resume our love/hate relationship again. One day.

Until then, I’ll be rocking my sweet teething, growing, screaming, unhappily not-sleeping child. I won’t be there when you wake up, because I will be with her. It’s where I’m needed right now. It’s where I’m supposed to be.

But my sweet alarm clock, you know my deep, dark little secret. As much as I love snuggling my baby girl …. I do miss you too. I’m trying to negotiate some sort of an agreement (snuggles with her at night; snuggles with you in the morning), but so far she’s not buying into this plan.

Please, please don’t give up on me. I miss you.

2 comments:

  1. Oh this is too funny! I totally know what you mean!!! I miss those days too!

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  2. I won't tell you how long I have lived with out my alarm clock, even if I broke it down per kid...it's just too danged depressing. The day will come, right???

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