Operation Bob

The lack of an alarm clock is a blessing, but it can bring on another problem. Don’t get me wrong, I think alarm clocks are evil and I don’t miss my nine to five days where that mean, buzzing, blinking little box of bad news so rudely interrupted my pleasant slumber and forced me out from under the warm covers into the cold world. But without that little electronic regulator, undisciplined folks like me can easy get off track and end up being a nocturnal night owl. I was doing pretty well being awake while the sun was up until I spent a week in bed sick and somehow got off track. On top of that the baby has been on a weird schedule too, waking up a few times throughout the night. For some reason once I get up with him I can’t get back to sleep. Oh well, I’m sure we’ll both get back on track eventually.