I love getting up early. It gives me some time to myself before the family activity in the house begins. It's quiet, peaceful, I can do what I want. There's no one asking to watch a 'bideo, there's no one asking me if there are any clean clothes they can wear. I'm free to be just me for a short while. Decadent.
I also like to sleep in upon occasion. Last night I stayed at work late to finish all the book work so I don't have to go in today. Bliss. A true day off. I would luxuriously sleep in until 7:30 at least. Yeah. Scroll down the page a little way. See that precious innocent face of a cat? She's nuts. Clearly, I forgot to inform her that I was sleeping in this morning not to be disturbed under any circumstances because at about 6:15 this morning, I heard something fall, there was an awful racket and she began running across me. It woke me, but not hubby. Of course. I thought I would just go back to sleep. No. She comes up and rubs her face against my hand, grabs my hair with her mouth and pulls it. Walks on me. Demands attention. Wants a love fest. I'm up, I grab her hug her close and roughly pet her rubbing her face. Oh yeah, loud purring commences. Now that I've fed her, she's nowhere to be found. Brat.
I like getting up early.