That Hour Makes a Difference *

I hate it when you have the opportunity to stay in bed for a whole extra hour, and it gets ripped away from you. And not by your own choosing. It is (more or less) 7am now. Sam set his three alarms to start going off at 5.45am. And he is still in bed. Usually the alarms don’t wake me up. But when I have him rolling out of bed, slumping back into bed, rolling on top of me, having the alarm go off – lather, rinse, repeat. Its the jostling that gets me. I usually wake up a little bit when he gets out of bed anyway, but I usually go back to sleep without fully waking up. This morning is absolutely ridiculous. And having over an hour of it? Forgeddabuttit.

I guess I can start making that dough for the cookie exchange with my extra hour of having to be awake.

ALW

* I’m actually kind of glad that I got up the hour earlier anyway. I got my cookie dough made, I had breakfast, and I’m more awake heading in to work than I would have been if I had slept more. So I guess I really shouldn’t complain. I covet my time for sleep. But sometimes it is a good thing to get up a little early.

Now all I have to do when I get home is bake. Plus: Kevin is coming by this evening to get his Beard Hat. I’ve only had it done since… what? July? I’m looking forward to this evening.