Hunt for an Alarm Clock

Today was the countdown, school starts next Tuesday. I am ready but yet not. By school starting means I have to get on a schedule, I have to be the first one up and the one that makes lunch and pushes everyone else to get out the door. Unfortunatly I have a hard time with this. I guess over the past 6 years of my husband getting up before dawn, I have learned to tune out his alarm clock. For that matter, any alarm clock. I could sleep through a freight train roaring through my house if I had too. I am one of those, "just 5 more minutes" people. My poor son is usually late to school. My neighbor gives me hell about it ( her son goes to the same school) When my husband had a chance he would call me in the morning to make sure I was up and moving. But he is leaving shortly and I will not have him to do that. I don't need an alarm clock, I need a clock attached to a Tornado Siren. Now when my kids wake up in the middle of the night, I can hear them before they intend on me hearing them. I have always been very alert to them. But have someone break in my house and I think I would be shit out of luck.
Take for instance last night was a rough sleeping night, both boys got up in the middle of the night and made their way to my room. They crawled into bed so now my King size bed is playing host to 2 adults and my 3 & 7 year old. I was squished and hot so I moved into the youngest ones bed to get a little more comfortable. This morning when my husband left for work, my youngest crawled into his bed with me and fell back asleep. Around 9 am this morning I heard a door slamming so I jumped up, Avery was still with me. I question was that Dylan? I start looking for him, my room - no, the living room-no!! Oh my god he has been kidnapped or he has left. I open the back door and scream his name, no answer. Then my cell phone rings, oh no!!! its the kidnappers and they want ransom. I answer it, it is my neighbor (the one who gives me hell) she wants to know where I am. I tell her I am at home. Appparently Dylan has gone to her house looking for me, who was asleep in his room. Thank God she was at home, what a horrible mother am I?? Wait I am not horrible, he should have stayed in his room, then he would have woke up and looked in my room. He looked everywhere in the house for me but his room. I was more embarrassed by what had happened than horrified. Boy oh boy what the family therapist will think now. I told him that it was good that he went to Ms. Vanessa's house but that he should never leave our house without permission. I explained to him that I would never just leave him like that.
So this morning I slept through my son looking for me. I guess my 6th sense of being an alert mommy has worn off. Now I am down to 6 more practice mornings before school starts, I am also in need of the loudest alarm clock ever created by man and I intend to find it in the next 6 days!!! This is one of my many challenges.
Open house for the school is Friday night....yea! I will get to meet my sons 3rd grade teacher. It seems like he was just a baby like a year ago. Where does the time go??? I think that is the eternal question. I wonder if there is like a hour glass just filling up somewhere!!!

If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers. ~Edgar W. Howe