Remember that new alarm clock we got a few months back?  Yeah, well, it ain’t workin’.  I mean, it wakes us up and everything, but we still slap the snooze.

And it’s all the way over on the other side of the room.

So this means that we now have a system.  Joey slaps first snooze, I slap second snooze, and sometimes Joey slaps third snooze again before we actually get up.  Sigh.

I can’t recall being as bone-tired before as I have been lately.  It’s so annoying; no matter when I go to bed at night, I feel like I’m performing a gold-medal-worthy feat just dragging myself out of bed by 6:45 and barely squeaking by with enough time to dry my hair in the mornings.  Maybe it’s leftover exhaustion vestiges from IVF.  I have no idea.  But I wish I could figure it out.

All this to say: the new alarm clock is not changing our lives like I had hoped.

But I feel like I’ve got to do something to get my energy back, but I have no idea what it might be.  Any suggestions?  Electric shock nodes implanted into my eyeballs?

Must…drink…coffee…

Except this morning I made decaf.  Because I felt sorry for it because it was almost used up, but not quite, and sitting on the counter all lonesome.

Joey just came shuffling by me mumbling, “I’m so tired every morning.  But….it takes me like an hour to fall asleep every night.”

And I was all, “It’s because you forgot to plug your Awesome in.”

I’m really not sure what that means.