Thanks to waking up at 6:30 on weekdays, I can no longer sleep past 9 on the weekends.
I know some of you might argue that is sleeping in, but in comparison to Mike – I’m getting up early. Mike’s always been a night owl and I’m an early bird. I get up, make coffee, and settle in front of the computer (shocking, I know) until I hear him stir. Then I usually go say good morning as he is such a Garfield about waking up.
But last Saturday I found this, around noon:
Apparently when I get out of bed, everyone else gets in bed!
And this guy? This is where he spends the night, anyways, on top of my pillow. If you try to move him, he gets all whiney and turns into a dead weight. 
I’m amazed there’s any room for me, at all!
Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.
