I loooovvvveeee sleep. I truly do. I used to sleep 12+ hours a night. *sings* Those were the days!
Now, on Saturday mornings, I am occasionally “allowed” to “sleep in”…harrumph. Today was a “sleep in” day. The Frug was up at 6:45am, as always. Coughing and hacking and spitting in the bathroom, various and horrifying bodily functions, stomping around the room, opening the blinds, making the bed with me still in it. Really. He then goes to the kitchen, apparently just to bang pots and pans and hurl glasses into the stainless steel sink. He is joined by 10, who bounced out of bed at 8am, singing, talking to himself, stomping around the house. *sighs*
I can hear the two of them chatting in their perky morning speak: “How’d you sleep, buddy?” “Hey Dad! Did you know that Oreck blah blah blah” On and on… After more banging and pointless chirpy conversation, 10 proceeds to put the TV on…to watch infomercials on HSN or QVC at 88 level volume. “DAD!! You have to see this!!” *sighs* I then put a pillow over my head to attempt to drown out their selfish noisiness.
The pillow over the head guarantees that I will limit my breathing and then get a sinus headache. *sighs* FML.
Fiona knows I’m trying to sleep in so she goes into Needy Kitty mode. Head butting, kneading me with her overly long and sharp claws, loudly purring and meowing…escape is futile.
As we all know, Saturday is Bill Paying Day. My sleep in is interrupted by shouts of “COW! Did you remember to deposit that check?” Gee, since I’m currently dreaming I’m in Saint Tropez with Robert Pattinson…no, I don’t remember that. “COW?!?!” Stomping up the stairs to ask me financial questions.
It’s 9:23am and the “sleep in” *scoffs* is over. He’d better not ask me how I slept or if I enjoyed sleeping in today. *growls*