Being that we just moved in, we haven't had a chance to put any clocks up (our only clock is in Russia).
So yesterday we awoke to Chaim crying. I rolled out of bed, exhausted, and rubbing my eyes, went into the kitchen to check the time. The stove has a clock on it, and I figured it must be properly configurated, and it read 8:15.
In my innocence (after all, why would a stove lie?) I assumed it was telling the truth, and I passed him to Chayale and went back to bed.
I should probably note that we suspected nothing since Chayale has the kids on a tight schedule. It's amazing! They go sleep every night at 7:30 and wake up every morning at 7:30 (and may all my readers be blessed with such a wife, unless of course you are a female reader).
So Chayale fed him a huge breakfast while I went back to sleep. This lasted an hour, over which I was constantly woken up by Chaim's cries. He was in a very bad mood. Finally, Chayale put him back to bed. He went to sleep immediately, but Miriam awoke.
At this point Chayale had to sleep, and I took over. Miriam was complaining alot, and we had a small discussion, guessing the time. Chayale thought it was 11:30, I was sure it was 10:30.
Anyway, Chayale went to sleep and I dressed Miriam and took her to Shul. It was a long trip, thanks to Miriam who was in a horrible mood, crying almost the entire way. We had to return home to pick up her pacifier, but finally we made it.
I looked up at the clock when I got in, and it was EIGHT FRIEKING THIRTY IN THE MORNING!!!!
Only 3 people were in Shul, which was only open so early because it was Shabbos Mivorchim. I hung around for an hour and a half until Miriam became impossible and my sleep deprivation had me jealously eying the empty hot water urn and thinking of breaking Shabbos to fill it with coffee.
I brought her home and went to sleep.
When I awoke, I davened ate, and then went to a farbrengen which lasted to the end of Shabbos.
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When I was in YOEC my roommate woke up on Rosh Hashanah and I got up too. Walked into zal, and what time was it? 6:00 AM. He had signed up to say tehillim, and I had been duped into coming along!
I stayed to say tehillim anyway, because back then I used to be frum like that.
It's mistakes like these that land us in heaven in the afterlife...
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I know I know.
When I was in Mesivta, I awoke one winter morning and as usual, it was dark outside.
My alarm clock hadn't gone off, but it read 7:55, so I jumped out of bed and exhausted as I was, threw on some clothes and ran to yeshiva.
When I got there the entire building was closed.
After waiting around awhile and seeing no one, I realized I must have made a mistake, so I returned home. It was 2:30 AM!!
I had thought the 1 on the alarm clock was a 7 for some reason.
Also in Morristown, Akiva Danzinger and I once went to the Tiferes dorms at 2:00 AM, blew a Shofar and started screaming that Moshiach came and the Rebbe was giving a Maamar in Zal.
Around 10 people showed up to Zal like 10 minutes later.
Yes, I know it was mean.
That is a great MoTown story. I think I'll try it out myself...
THAT IS HILARIOUS! The Tiferes story that is. Maybe I should start posting my nutty Machon Alte stories...
Yes, please do.
Thanks. I made alot of trouble in Yeshivas. My saving grace was that I always made it to seder on time.
I could write a book on the stuff my friends and I pulled off.
Please post your Machon alta stories. This is going to be fun.
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