My hubby had to get up early today. His first alarm went off at about 5:45, and he did his usual turn it off and go back to sleep for 15 minutes routine. I am a light sleeper, so the early morning alarms drive me crazy most of the time. This morning it was just an excuse to curl up under his arm and be cozy a bit longer. He always gets up with the second alarm, so at 6 he started his morning routine.
Usually I go back to sleep at this point. I love being able to stretch out in our bed and arrange the pillows exactly to my liking. Basically, the bed becomes a nest for me and the kitties, who leave to get breakfast, but come back once Daddy has left for the day.
Today was different though. I was beginning to feel cranky. The light from the bathroom spills into the bedroom and was just bright enough that I was not going to be able to go back to sleep without some serious work. And really, if I am going to work, I am getting up and being productive!
So I did. About 6:15, I was out of bed. I will admit that I still have not showered and am wearing my new favorite sweats along with an over-sized sweater that is only just too small for my husband. (He is 6'7", I am 5'2". Two guesses on how it looks.)
And while I have not been terribly productive, I am feeling like I have accomplished something. Not sure what, but something.