Nocturnal Playground
13 March 2007I like to sleep. I really do. According to my husband I’m a world class sleeper. We don’t have kids yet, so there is no getting up in the middle of the night to feed and/or change anyone other then myself. We have a king size bed so there is plenty of room for both of us. Yet I find my sleep interupted right around the stroke of 4 every single morning.
The problem is that we have two 14+ pound nocturnal gremlims that like to practice their wrestling holds on my legs. Once warmed up they move on to more productive ventures like pulling the mirror away from the wall and letting it slam back, working their way behind the wood window blinds, flipping the door stoppers, or opening doors around the house.
They are the sweetest boys but there are nights where I find myself wishing for a return policy on cats - or at least a better warranty.