It's 3 sumthing in the Morning....

I dunno what happened? I was sleeping, blissfully ignorant of all that surrounded me and then.....My alarm clock went off. I smacked it roughly and rolled back over vaguely aware that Danielle had gotten out of bed. Hmm......that's odd, why is she up? It's the weekend, and the baby's not crying. I lay there for a few minutes trying to make remember if I hit the snooze on the alarm clock or if I actually turned it off. It was then that I realized that it had been the baby's motion detector alarm thingy going off and Danielle had gotten up to take care of it.

I'm sure you're wondering at least one of two things; First, why didn't I get up to check on the baby too? and Second, why in the hell do I have my alarm clock set on a Saturday morning?

Answers, The baby has a habit of sleeping in the darndest positions (yes I did say darndest) and get's squished so far over to the edge that the motion sensor can't register her movements. As for the alarm clock, I'm going on a bike trip and I have to meet up with 3 other people. Making the group late for an out-of-town trail ride is not a good way to keep friends.

Anyway, I digress. So Danielle has straightened out the baby monitor and fed the baby and come back to bed herself, and I'm still staring bug-eyed at the ceiling. I'm sweating my kiester off ( I don't know why but I sweat at night) the Ceiling fan is making some odd clicking sound, the Fridge is going through a defrost cycle and Danielle is moving. I'm about to loosing my ever lovin mind.
So I figured I'd come out to the 'puter and share my misery.