I don't have time for a long post, because I need to pack so V and I can leave for her parents' house as soon as she's off work. But this morning, to block out the light, I shoved a pillow over my head...which also nicely blocked out my alarm. And V's texts. And the twins' mom's first phone call. And her second phone call. I finally did hear my voicemail noise.
As soon as it went off, I snapped awake, realized I was probably late, and said a lot of things that would make this blog significantly less family friendly. I hightailed it over there, needless to say.
What I love, though, is that their dad said he and his wife were worried more than anything. They were concerned that something had happened; they checked to see if they had V's number. They weren't fuming or irritated or apoplectic (I've been trying to work that word into a conversation lately). They trusted that I wouldn't run late on purpose, so when I did, they had concern.
This makes me feel so good about myself. It almost makes up for the self-frustration of oversleeping in the first place.