Our mornings are very tight in terms of time. I am getting up at 5:15a.m., a time I previously never even knew existed! Gloria gets up at 5:40. We are out the door at 6:15. And it works. There was one morning that I must not have heard my alarm clock or turned it off and gone back to sleep or something, but G's alarm clock went off and I jumped into action. We still got out of here on time, although a bit rushed and with breakfast in hand, to be eaten in the car.
So this morning when my alarm clock woke me up at 6:15...I panicked! I hadn't even turned it off completely before I was yelling for Gloria to GET UP because we should be headed out the door at that very moment. I was trying to figure out the best plan of action that would get us out of here as quickly as humanly possible, if not a bit quicker. About that time, my brain woke up and I realized that it was really Sunday morning and that we had plenty of time to be lazy before getting ready for church.
Gloria's response? "But Momma, I was thinking it was Sunday the whole time." Then why didn't she say so?!?!?