Alarms…

When you’ve been a single parent as long as I have…nearly two decades… you learn how to streamline things. Like the morning routine. You’re fairly adept getting many things done in a hustled amount of time…

And then your alarm tests this, fairly experienced, notion.

Bargaining with the alarm clock… something we all do, becomes a handy tool, that gives us the illusion of more time.

Until you’ve ‘accidentally’ hit the last snooze…

With the skills of an ancient mathematician, we are suddenly able to determine much time we will need to brush our teeth, look undead… and hightail it the seven blocks to the Express Bus.

The realization that 32 minutes is the magic number, and the car has the same amount of gas in it that it did yesterday…just makes the morning that much better.

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