Sunrise, no thanks.

My puppy doesn’t sleep well.  It’s probably my fault, though I’d like to blame someone else.  I always like to gently rest the blame for stuff on the shoulders of others.  Just ask my poor, long-suffering husband.

So last night I went to bed at 3:00 a.m. and that puppy was awake at 4:30 a.m.  The breeder let me know that I can’t expect that puppy bladder to sleep all night long, so I shuffled into my slippers and shrugged into a bathrobe and took that puppy bladder outside.  The puppy wagged her tail at me, so happy to see me awake at 4:30 a.m. and lay down on the chilly concrete.

The problem is that I am incapable of rational thought when sleep-deprived.  That explains why I slept on the couch, that silly pup curled up on the down comforter near my legs.  We slept quite soundly until 6 a.m. when she declared it breakfast time.  After she gobbled her food, I lay back on the couch and she curled again near my calves and we slept until 7:30 a.m.  Which seems utterly reasonable unless you went to bed at 3 a.m., which I did.

I wonder if I’ll ever sleep again, really sleep.

I’m not naturally a morning person, regardless of my bedtime.  This reminds me of when my kids were babies and I was forced out of bed before dawn.  I hated that then and I hate it now. Even though I always kind of like to see Matt Lauer in the mornings.

In other news, the weather here is lovely.

I only wish I weren’t awake to see the sun rise each morning.

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