Alarm clocks.

Before I married Joey, I prided myself on being RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME in the mornings.  My alarm would go off and I would pop out of bed immediately, chipper as Tweety Bird.  I never slapped the snooze.

Joey is a habitual snooze slapper.

I now slap the snooze up to three times.  THREE TIMES, INTERNET.  What have I become?!

It’s such a waste of time, and it’s not even good sleep either.

This morning Joey set his alarm for 30 minutes before I set mine, and he slapped his snooze button for all of those 30 minutes and yet never even woke up.  The beeping woke me up immediately, though, and after the third (or fourth?) hit of the snooze button, I just kicked him in the shins and said, “GET.UP.”

He was all, oh sorry…I didn’t realize my alarm was going off.

This is the fourth day in a row this has happened.  I think he just doesn’t even hear the alarm clock anymore because he’s had that thing longer than he’s had me, and can somehow sleep right through the beeping.

That’s why at this very moment, at 6:45 a.m., I am trolling the Internet for a varying-beep alarm clock without a snooze button.