Last night at 10 as I was falling asleep, I congratulated myself on getting to bed at a reasonable hour.
Then:
11pm: Fucking cat woke me up yowling about something or other.
Midnight: Craig came to bed after watching US Open tennis and woke me up complaining about cat pee on the floor.
2am: Chip woke me up to untangle his blanket (I think. He’s two, so sometimes I think he’s just messing with me.)
4am: Robbie woke up screaming with a nightmare.
5:30am: For no good reason I was just suddenly AWAKE 30 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off.
So neat, now I’m practically in a coma — perfect way to start my week, right? Sigh…
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