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the enemies of sleep
Apr. 6th, 2011 10:28 amI'm having one of those weeks, it seems. For instance, this morning this happened:
5:15 AM: Spotty Dog wants Out Right Now. Red Dog snores.
5:20 AM: get back to my room with newly bladder-emptied dog, toss him on my bed, try to go back to sleep.
5:25 AM: Red Dog wakes up, realizes she missed the wee-hours potty trip, and starts crying.
5:30 AM: I return to my bed with Red Dog in tow. Try to go back to sleep.
5:40 AM: Keladry starts pounding on my door, telling me that I have woken her up and that it is time for petting.
5:45 AM: All right, all right, cat. i get up to open the door and let her in.
5:50 AM: Kel spends ten minutes digging at my covers, trying to arrange them. This is not conducive to sleep.
5:55 AM: Greebo hops up on my dresser. He was not happy that I denied him a trip outside while it was still fully dark out. (This cat, as far as I can tell, has never picked up on the fact that we don't let him out when it's dark. According to him, we randomly turn into assholes who won't open the door.) He starts batting things off my dresser. I get up, toss him out, and close my bedroom door.
6:00 AM: Zed is on the wrong side of my bedroom door. Get up to open it and let him out.
6:10 AM: Kel hops up on my hamper as a intermediate step to getting up on the dresser. The hamper, as it does, turns into a kitten trap. I get up to rescue a very grumpy kitten from inside the hamper.
6:15 AM: All is quiet. I go back to sleep...
7:25 AM: ...and only wake up 45 minutes after my alarm goes off.
Someone tell me why we have pets again? As far as I can tell, they're all designed to never let me get a full night's sleep. (Aw, but I do love them, so.)
5:15 AM: Spotty Dog wants Out Right Now. Red Dog snores.
5:20 AM: get back to my room with newly bladder-emptied dog, toss him on my bed, try to go back to sleep.
5:25 AM: Red Dog wakes up, realizes she missed the wee-hours potty trip, and starts crying.
5:30 AM: I return to my bed with Red Dog in tow. Try to go back to sleep.
5:40 AM: Keladry starts pounding on my door, telling me that I have woken her up and that it is time for petting.
5:45 AM: All right, all right, cat. i get up to open the door and let her in.
5:50 AM: Kel spends ten minutes digging at my covers, trying to arrange them. This is not conducive to sleep.
5:55 AM: Greebo hops up on my dresser. He was not happy that I denied him a trip outside while it was still fully dark out. (This cat, as far as I can tell, has never picked up on the fact that we don't let him out when it's dark. According to him, we randomly turn into assholes who won't open the door.) He starts batting things off my dresser. I get up, toss him out, and close my bedroom door.
6:00 AM: Zed is on the wrong side of my bedroom door. Get up to open it and let him out.
6:10 AM: Kel hops up on my hamper as a intermediate step to getting up on the dresser. The hamper, as it does, turns into a kitten trap. I get up to rescue a very grumpy kitten from inside the hamper.
6:15 AM: All is quiet. I go back to sleep...
7:25 AM: ...and only wake up 45 minutes after my alarm goes off.
Someone tell me why we have pets again? As far as I can tell, they're all designed to never let me get a full night's sleep. (Aw, but I do love them, so.)
