It's Finally Happened

Yes, it's finally happened! I think I've finally broken through Cadie's need for lengthy exercise outings. well, not most of the week, only on Sundays. It seems that Cadie is much more interested in sleeping in on a Sunday morning, she lounges in bed until about 8, when she rolls over, stretches, has a quick look around to make sure that I'm still in bed, and then nods off again. The only thing that can derail this is my getting out of bed.

Yesterday I had the nerve to get out of bed, and be working on the computer, Cadie came and found me, and herded me back to bed. Once back in bed she threw herself on my lap so that I couldn't get up again. Alas though, it was too late, she was already so keyed up that she wasn't able to get back to sleep, so we headed out into the freezing cold to see the first snow of the year. Since Cadie isn't a big fan of precipitation of any kind we made our way home again within an hour. Once home, Cadie headed right back to bed, where she stayed mid day when I took her out to watch the Santa Clause parade.

Maybe her need for more sleep is a sign that she's getting older, maybe it's a growth spurt, or maybe it's just that Cadie is hibernating until the weather improves, either way, I'll take it.

Nuit Noir

So I think I made that up, but the point is that I slept. YEAH! I would feel fantastic except for 3 things:

1) I'm fighting a head cold, and I feel pretty run down
2) Cadie is starved for social interaction and exercise
3) It's still raining, which means that I'm going to have to walk the dog in the rain, in order to get some rest tonight. (This is the downside of being single for sure.)

But still let's not lose track of the fact that I got some sleep. YEAH! Here's how the story unfolded; Over the summer Monday evening was far and away my favourite television night, well...no my favourite, Thursday is my favourite, but over the summer it was all reruns, and the Monday night shows were all new to me. I would park myself at 7:30 and stay there until 10. It was a great chance to get some sewing done or just to chill. That has changed now that they've moved Big Bang to Thursday, where I'll never be able to watch it.

Anyhow, I was sitting on the couch last night watching The Simpson (AKA my sleeping pill) when my head got heavy and the next thing I knew it was 9:40 and a rerun of Big Bang was on. Ha! sleep at last, and at a reasonable hour too!

So I rushed to bed, and Teddy Bear followed close behind, and I slept through until my alarm went off. Ahh! Now I just need to shake this cold before next weekend.

Famous Last Words

So just one business day after my last post I regret to inform you that my fail-proof alarm clock has failed me. Cadie let me sleep in well past 6:10, in fact, it was 6:25 when I finally struggled to a sitting position. I don't know what exactly the trouble was, perhaps it's because it's suddenly fall and Cadie is suddenly confused, it could be a result of the fact that I pulled down more of the covers last night and Cadie and I weren't so squished, I am inclined, however to blame the alarm clock for not going off 

As I said it was 6:25 when I woke up, shook my fist and cursed my inability to set an alarm clock I've been dragging around with me since I was thirteen. However, if this had to happen I'm glad it happened today. Today my office returns to regular hours, and I had a couple of extra minutes to spare. I still got to the office with an extra 45 minutes, so I guess all's well that end's well.

The Fail-proof Alarm Clock

There are two days of the week that are the hardest for me in terms of getting out of bed. The first is Tuesday, because Tuesday is the longest day, and the most hopeless day of the week. The second is Friday. I have this strange feeling that Friday is part of the weekend and, actually, I think we should start a movement to push for a 4 day work week, so that Friday is just permanently part of the weekend.

This morning the alarm went off, and I resisted by first turning it off, and then laying back down and snuggling in with Cadie. Cadie likes to sleep right beside my pillow, so in those few moments while I am truly awake I usually reach over and wrap my right arm around her, and we both go back to sleep.

It doesn't last long though because if I over stay my welcome (in my own bed) Cadie gives me a kick. I sort of picture it looking a little like a cartoon where the donkey or horse gives the main character (usually  schmuck) a kick with both of it's hind legs, the kick usually hits in the face, and the schmuck topples over backwards, with his feet going over his head.

The real version looks more like this: Cadie gives me, the schmuck, a kick with both of her back legs, that hits me in the chest, which is very unpleasant and sends me reeling out of the bed on the opposit side.

As I said, it's very unpleasant, but it works, I'm never late for work, and really it's my fault for being so lazy.