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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Adventures in FAM

My "check your basal body temp" alarm goes off at 5:30 every morning. You would think that after like, 8 months, I'd be used to this by now.

Surprises me every morning.

Today, my alarm went off at 5:30. I was shocked! I turned off the buzzing, reached for my thermometer, and... pressed the on button? I think? Did I?

I wasn't sure, so I grabbed my cell phone so I could use it like a flashlight to see if the display was on....and dropped the phone on the ground and heard the unmistakable sound of plastic pieces flying everywhere.

I caved and turned on the lamp, then took my temp as usual.

Now, after the BBT thing was taken care of, I had to deal with the issue of the cell phone.

Normal people would get out of bed and gather the scattered parts from the recesses of under the nightstand and on top of that pair of socks on the floor...

But I have flannel sheets... so getting out of bed was sooo not an option. Warm and cozy, you know.

So I did one of these...

Bear with me, I'm no Mama H.

And upon my foot grazing his face (read, *smacking*), my husband, still mostly asleep, instinctively pushed my leg away... which apparently was just the right movement to enact the laws of motion and gravity, and result in me... all of me.. sliding onto the floor. Head first.

I think a picture of this should be featured in Taking Charge of Your Fertility, don't you think?

Linking up with Messy Marriage and To Love, Honor, and Vacuum today, because marriage is all about loving the person who smacks you in the face with her foot.


  1. I always, ALWAYS think I can lean out of bed and get to the floor without getting out. And I NEVER remember the fact that I'm only 5'2" and our bed is abnormally high off the floor... Always a bad decision!

    1. I also have a really high bed- we built it so we could get rubbermaid containers underneath! Extra storage space is nice, but the step stool next to my side of the bed should have been enough warning that I couldn't lean over far enough... oh well!


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