Overslept

This morning the whole house overslept.....on a school/work day. Maybe it was the hit of Robutussin at 11 PM that shut down my internal clock. Or maybe it was that big kid quietly snuck downstairs to eat his cereal silently so that he could polish off the remainder of the milk without a fight. Maybe it was because lil' brother quietly lounged in front of the TV relaxing with his cartoons while deliberately keeping the volume low so that no one would make him get his school clothes on. And the house was just-well, peaceful. Until 6:51 am-when clothes, showers, backpacks, and pantry exploded into frantic overdrive. Noah got on the bus by 6:57-with uncombed hair and a biscuit in hand. R-made it donwtown in record time in rush hour traffic. And the big kid and I were on the dot without a minute to spare. Modern life is just too much for the human condition. Why do we work so much and play so little and only dream of sleeping and resting? I'm a gerbil who wants off the wheel. And who's turning the crank anyway??? If somebody knows the answer to this-then speak up! And until I get a good answer-I'm setting the alarm clock on blaring.