Doug and I went to bed early last night because we were both zapped after yesterday. (It was so early that I was watching children still riding their bikes as I was preparing for bed. Disgraceful.)
Anyway, we awoke at like 1:00 a.m. to the sound of a crash in one of the adjoining rooms that scared the bejesus out of us. Doug proceeded to go after the sound with the giant bat he keeps by the bed, only to find nothing. It wasn’t even the cat that caused the noise - he was sleeping on the couch and didn’t wake up. Finally we found what it was: I must’ve propped my wooden back-washing brush up unsteadily on the side of the shower, because it fell over. Alright, great, noise problem solved. We got back into a restless sleep.
The morning comes and I’m so zonked I didn’t even hear Doug’s alarm go off. I know he kissed me goodbye and I briefly woke up, but that’s all I remember. I woke up an hour before my alarm thinking, huh, it’s weird that I’m awake, but I saw it was still an hour before my alarm goes off so I went back to sleep.
I woke up for good when my alarm went off, made my smoothie and coffee, put on my makeup and clothes, and took care of the dog, as usual. I was in the car ready to roll by 8:30. I looked at my phone for the first time since my alarm went off and saw I had a million texts and missed calls from the girls at reception and my boss being like, OHMYGOD are you okay? Where are you? at which point I thought they’re all fucking crazy and I’m the only sane one on the planet.
Apparently my phone must have picked up EST at some point (which isn’t uncommon in the area, though it hasn’t happened yet since we’ve lived in NWI,) and I’d been living my life an hour behind. Everyone was totally understanding, but I felt like an asshole that I stood up my first clients, and now I’m just all discombobulated.