From the Bone

You love them because they are cute. You pet them because it makes them purr. You play with them because it's funny. You yell when they claw you and close the bedroom door when they pounce on your head at 3AM. Really? Fred? Really? You weren't like this a week or so ago... what's up with the change? I hope it changes back soon because I do not enjoy the idea of closing you out of any room overnight. Yet, I even less enjoy the idea of being this tired again tomorrow.

I have bags under my eyes because I haven't gotten a full night's sleep in days. The night before last was decent but not wonderful. I woke up at one point twisted up in some position that only a contortionist would be able to identify because I was trying to avoid disturbing my feline son. When I did wake up I looked at him and he looked dead in the dark. I thought maybe I had rolled over on him at some point - but then he moved. Which was a relief.

I am thinking that for tonight, if only for one complete night, I will have to close the door on him so he can not get in. Seriously, these bags are going to make my cheeks start moving away from the bones in my face soon because of their weight. And Lord knows that I don't need to be tired like this AND attempting to quit smoking on Friday. Not one bit. Quite frankly, it is not just me that doesn't need this but also those who surround me.

Right now I have more respect for the moms and dads who get up to take care of baby at night. Mucho respeto. If you have kids, you can't just close your door at night and go to sleep. But - for now - I don't have kids so I think this is what I will have to do.