I needed a new alarm clock. I know “need” can be a relative term, but I had been using the same alarm clock since at least my freshman year of college over twenty years ago, and while it did a great job of telling time, it no longer “alarmed.” So I started the search for a new one.
Then I decided (ahem) that what I really wanted (yeah….did you see that shift in wording?) was something that didn’t have an ALARM-alarm, but something that would wake me quietly. This was when we still had our foster kids living with us, and my main goal was not to wake the five children in the house. It doesn’t take much to wake me up, and I didn’t want to wake up the rest of our world in the process.
So I bought an alarm clock off Amazon that promised chirping birds or bubbling streams. As I unwrapped it in my room, our six-year-old foster daughter walked past the door and saw me pull it out of the box. In a shining example of her constant unbridled enthusiasm, she hollered, “WOW! That’s a lotta buttons!!” I burst out laughing and said, “Yeah, pretty funny that someone who wants to simplify ended up with an alarm clock with, like, twenty buttons.”
“There’s twenty buttons?” Her brown eyes were wide.
“Well….I don’t actually know. Let me count…”
Twenty-one. There were twenty-one buttons on this alarm clock.
The real kicker is, I never got it to work correctly. (Perhaps twenty-one buttons had something to do with that?) In addition to the fact that the screen on it was so bright I couldn’t even keep it next to our bed. It has now been retired as a night-light in the two-year-old’s room. (Yes, it was that bright.)
One basic alarm clock, please….