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| What'd I'd prefer to be doing most days...not in that dress! |
For about 8 years, I've been the one who's gotten up with the big dogs. They have always wanted to be up early to go out and eat---in that order. Since oldest daughter brought home the puppy, Romeo, last fall after our Lab., Olive, died, (too many commas) she offered to help me with the morning get-up-ness. I SO appreciate it. We alternate the 'anywhere between 5am-6am' do the dogs' bidding routine. Today was my day, so tomorrow is her time. I almost get excited when it's not my morning to get up. Understand, I've been doing this all by myself for all that time, and it's really gotten old. My least favorite part is just the dragging myself out of bed thing. Next it's the getting back to sleep thing. Impossible.
So right this very minute, I feel pretty sassy. I don't have to watch the clock about how long I stay up, doing the math of how much sleep I'll get before having to get up with the alarm. I can chill a bit.
Remember, this happens every other day. So every other day, I do a happy dance at bedtime. Yeah, it's lame, but it's my lame. And in case anyone's thinking I forgot the pugs. Not a chance. They're such little angels, they sleep in almost every morning. Lazy little beggars, but wonderful as well.
