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October 13, 2013 - Jennifer Brookens
This morning answered the question of "What's the difference between being waken up by a 20+ pound cat or a 45-pound kindergarter."
The answer: about 25 pounds.
Sunday morning is the one guarenteed morning the adults have to sleep in. So imagine my dismay when our bedroom door is not latched all the way and a certain cat decides to come in and wake me up... by sitting on my bladder! Ironically my dream compensated for it by my having a dream I was bowling and somehow I got hit with the ball when I was swinging back to throw.
Yeah, there was no ignoring that one... Wiggled out from under the cat (now dubbed the Wrecking Ball) to tend to my bladder, and - of course - all three cats have to follow in hopes of breakfast. It was satisfying to close the bedroom door on them afterwards though.
But as luck would have it, I've waken up just enough that I can't go back to sleep. It was the regular wake-up time after all. Groan.
I surrender and make my way downstairs, feed cats, and start catching up on some of my DVR'd TV shows. And I dozed off.
Then I'm waken by a loud "KA-CHOW!" and a pile drive to my torso. The Boy was ready to rumble. My attempts to settle him down only work when I give up the TV to Nickelodeon. Each time I doze off, suddenly The Boy is there using my legs as a bench or my torso as a trampoline.
Later in the day, I try to sneak in a nap, and I'm just about off in dreamland, and I hear the door creak open, a few little steps and "KA-CHOW!" Body slammed back to reality.
Is there a WWE little league camp I can send this guy off to so I can get some rest? Will throw in his mascot "the Wrecking Ball." It'd be a great gimmick!
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