I stayed up late the night before last... or I stayed up early to be more precise. Before I went to bed I made a sausage strata and tossed it in the oven, setting the timer to start the oven at 8:30 am. It was after 3 am at the time and I had been screwing around on facebook.com but I made breakfast and that made it all okay.
4 hours later something woke me up. I looked at the clock through blood shot eyes. 7:58. AM. I could hear Dickidoo pounding on bedroom doors, waking the Oompas in a 'begging to be killed' cheerful voice. I was suddenly in a very obliging mood.
Then I remember the strata waiting for the oven's automatic timer to kick on... in half an hour. But everyone was already up. (including myself, grrrrrrrrr!)
So I did what any modern, techno savvy mother would do.
I picked up my cell phone and texted all the kids, in the hopes that one of them would respond and save me a trip out to the kitchen to change the timer on the oven.
Since I was already somewhat coherent I shot Rocky a message to let the Poopy Little Puppy out to deposit her afternoon snack on the lawn. While I was doing that, Becca texted me to see what I needed. More instructions for Art, advice for Rocky, errands for Dickidoo and my morning 'To Do' list was done. With a sense of major accomplishment I stuffed my cell phone under my pillow, turned my face towards the warm morning sun's rays and resumed my mini hibernation.
Technology left me behind a long time ago, but I amaze even myself at how fast I can 'one thumb text' through cyber swollen eyes if it means a couple more hours of sleep in the morning.