It’s Finish The Sentence Friday and this makes two weeks in a row that I’ve participated—it’s like a Friday miracle!
In any case, this week’s sentence is The best part of my day is...
Since many of my fellow bloggers are moms, I’m probably not going to get a lot of sympathy with this one but the best part of my day used to be the 10 minutes between first and second alarm.
At our house, the alarm goes off at 5:35 am. Which is insanely early—as my niece, Abby, always says “God himself doesn’t get up until 7:00.” So, I do what any normal person does: I hit the snooze. And then I get back in bed, I snuggle up next to Opie and we have a few minutes to just laugh and talk and get ready for the say.
It used to be the best part of the day.
Until Princeton P. Kitty decided we need a chaperone and started resolutely entrenching himself between us.
Now, Princeton is my first cat; I was strictly a dog person before I got him. And prior to getting him, I would have said “What’s the big deal? Just MOVE THE STINKING CAT!” However, now that have a cat, I know it would be easier to solve the problems in the Middle East than move a sleeping cat who doesn’t want to be moved.
To rephrase Yoda, “Try or try not. There is no move.”
So we started trying to snuggle around the cat.
Unfortunately, this just convinced Bubba that it’s 100% appropriate for animals to wriggle their way between their owners.
And if you think it’s hard to move a cat, you should try moving a dog that is half-Rottweiler.
Then, to make matters worse, we just got a new puppy. We aren’t crazy enough to let her in the bed (yet); she sleeps in a playpen. But when she hears the alarm go off, she doesn’t really care about the snooze option. She begins an immediate litany of:
“Mom! Mom! I’m awake too! Is it time to get up? Is it? I’m ready, Mom! I’ll get up! Mom! Did you hear me? I’m up! Totally up! Wide awake, Mom! Ready to go! Do you want to see a trick? Here, I’ll do a trick! Mom, are you watching? Mom! Mom! Mom!”
(I’m translating here, of course, but I happen to be fluent in dog.)
In any case, there’s no sleeping through THAT.