I don't function very well at 5:00 in the morning. This morning was a particularly bad start. By 5:13 AM, I had broken a bowl, spilled yogurt all over my kitchen floor, dropped two spoons, and caused a bottle of Coke to fall out of my refrigerator on to the floor. (I made a mental note not to open that bottle. But of course by 5:00 tomorrow morning, I will have forgotten my mental note.)
Being completely discombobulated, I neglected to awaken my son at the appropriate time. Fortunately, the breaking and dropping of things was enough of a commotion to awaken him from his deep slumber.
He came downstairs, rubbing his eyes. "Mama, why didn't you come and wake me up?"
"Bubba, I don't think I need to. You're already up."
He stared at me on my hands and knees, cleaning up the last of the yogurt. "Yeah," he said. "You're right. The klutz alarm went off!"