家有“惡魔”擾清夢
人生百味
作者：by Michael T. Smith
The summer sun topped the horizon. My alarm clock’s bell rattled me to my senses. Our first born child cried. I slapped the button on the clock， slipped from my bed and stifled a scream， as my little toe caught the edge of the dresser.
Half asleep， I stumbled to the kitchen， opened the refrigerator door， grabbed the prepared bottle of formula， heated a pot of water and slipped the bottle into it.
I opened the door to my little girl’s room. She clung to the railing of her crib， stood on tiny unstable legs and smiled.
The odor from her diaper filled the room and made me gag.
I cleaned， dressed， carried her to the kitchen and retrieved her warm bottle.
She suckled. I tried to stay awake.
My wife Ginny woke and took over baby duties. I dressed for work. As I left the bedroom， I looked at the clock and frowned—evil annoying ringing thing.
Before bed that night， I unstrapped the watch from my arm， wound it up， put it on the dresser， turned， picked up the evil clock， turned it over and wound it up too. I hated it， but it did me a favor. It reminded me of things to be done. Every night I wound it to wake me in the morning. As much as I hated its clanging bell， I relied on its nagging clang to get my day started. Even worse， it didn’t have a snooze button. You had to get up after the first ring.