You try opening your eyes, but then shut them immeditealy after seeing how it was too bright outside. You ignored your mother's angry calls from the kitchen and could hear stomps coming up the stairs. 'Wonderful...' you sighed, putting the pillow over your head and reached out to unplug the extension for the alarm clock.
"Get up already you lazy girl!" she screeched and put both hands on her waist, leaning on one leg. "Did your alarm clock break again?" she raised an eyebrow. Lately, you have been lying to her how your alarm clock breaks each time in use. As a result, you have seven working clocks stuffed in the back of your closet in a cardboard box labelled as Junk.
What do you do?