It is the first morning of Jaxon’s fall break and I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier to sleep until 8 instead of 6:30 in my whole life. I know 6:30 is not that early, I know a gazillion people get up at 4 and 5 and 6 every day but I can’t help it, I’m spoiled.
And here’s another thing. When I do get the luxury of sleeping until 8, I wake up with a screaming coffee headache. That is just rude. And my body is kinda crunchy from laying in bed too long. Another rude thing. I’m only 38 years old, should I really be feeling this grannyish in the mornings? Do the rest of you feel like this?
Perhaps a few more regular trips to the gym would fix this, hmmm. I’ll have to think about that.
Another funny: My ginormous American Bulldog was laying next to me this morning in bed, and when I peeped my eyes open, I reached my arm over and patted him on the back. Simultaneously as I patted, he thumped his tail underneath the covers. It made me chuckle so of course I had to do it again. Pat, pat, pat . . . thump, thump, thump. Pat, pat, pat . . . thump, thump, thump.