This post is in response to The Daily Prompt Feed Your Senses  Blogging 101 Assignment .

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Why buy an alarm clock or set an alarm on your phone as a wake-up call when you have 2 organic ones at home?

They are perfectly timed to wake us up at 6 a.m. every morning, and so far, their impeccable punctuality has never failed on us. Some random mornings, they would go off at 6.38 a.m and never after 7. They each even have a name – Spud and Squirt. They are also called children.

With pillows over my head and my eyes still closed, I could hear the thumping of their feet as they each leave their rooms, rile each other up and then make a dash to our bed, racing to squeeze in at the smallest space they could find on our king-sized bed and fighting over the same.exact.spot. on my side of the bed.

I know I should feel honoured that they BOTH want to squeeze in at the same time on the same spot.

If they both could agree with each other which spot to take (it happens in some mornings), I would usually enjoy the cuddles and snuggles as I lay half-asleep.  I love nuzzling up with them- stinky breath and all, and I’m completely drawn to the smell of their hair. I would sniff them stale and kiss them, realising that their baby-scent which I used to love so much has disappeared from my 4-year-old and fast disappearing from my 2.5-year-old. Sigh!

But with the first sensation of the morning feeling violated and getting out-rightly deaf with nothing but screams and wails right into my eardrums, swatting and kicking as they try to push each other out of the way, I’m not so sure that I like all that sensation and mayhem very much.

These are NOISE. The pillows over my face and my ears could not help minimise them. Noise which I’m particularly not drawn to, noise which I cannot appreciate especially when I’m such a major grump in the morning.

And oh boy! My girl can scream the house down. And when she does that, all hell breaks lose. She could scream for hours and we know that the moment she does that, it  effectively means end.of.sleep; which makes me even grumpier!

I would try to ignore them as I try to catch a little snooze…letting Silver Bullet deal with them first. I know, I’m terrible – but in my defense, Silver Bullet is usually much calmer with them than I would ever be when I get my sleep interrupted like that.

Those mornings are not fun and it is exactly a morning like that which makes me want to disappear and hoping that the bed would split open and swallow me whole. I hear them before I see them , and when I finally open my heavy, groggy eyes, I would be confronted with 2 kids balling their eyes out and their mouths wide open as they continue to scream their heads off.

Morning stress and chaos from the children like that would easily give me a headache for at least half a day.  We haven’t even got to the shower, dressing up, breakfast and getting-out-of-the-house battle yet. Talk about feeding my senses.

Hell yeah! My mornings could not be any more fun that that. I should be so lucky.

Organic alarms?

I’ll just have to tell you that they are the best there is! Out.of.this.world.

 

 

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