The clock on our mantel died last night. It’s not like it’s an expensive clock… less than $25.00 from Target but it’s the main clock in our den so I rely on it quite heavily. The problem? It died at 9:03 and even after Tim pointed out that it was dead I continued to look at it to see what time it was. Yep, for one hour and 52 minutes I thought it was still 9:03pm… When my husband said he was tired and going to bed I found myself looking at the clock, shaking my head and thinking, “Boy is he getting old! First day of break and heading to bed at 9:03pm.” I really kind of felt sorry for him that he couldn’t stay up any later… it was almost embarrassing.
It gets worse… I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open as I tried to watch the Redskins play the 49ers but I kept looking at the clock and thinking I am not going to bed this early!! That is ridiculous. Then my phone buzzed and as I picked it up to read the message I… about… died… Yep, it was 10:55pm and here I sat trying not to be an old fuddy and go to bed before sunset. It was not until that very moment that I realized I’d been looking at the stopped clock for almost two hours NEVER NOTICING THAT THE TIME WASN’T CHANGING!!! Nope, thought Matt’s friend left at 9:03pm, thought halftime started at 9:03pm, thought halftime was over at 9:03pm, thought Tim headed to bed at 9:03pm.
It’s obvious that I am either way too excited about having my boys home for Thanksgiving or way too tired from getting ready for them. Either way my friends, it’s going to be a long day… but a really good week!!