I get up at 5:00 am Monday through Friday. Well, technically, my alarm is set for 4:55, and I tend to get up after the first snooze at 5:10. But either way, that's pretty damn early. And every morning I lie there and say "I can't do this any more. This is too damn early." And then I haul my ass out of bed.
Last night, when I went to bed, I felt achy and chilled. "Maybe I'm sick," I thought. "And I can sleep in tomorrow." Unfortunately, I felt fine when I woke up. Well, as fine as one can feel at o'dark thirty.
However! It turns out Boo was sick. Or should I say "sick." I'm sure she did have a stomachache, but I'm also sure she could have gone to school. And I was already at work by the time we decided she could stay home, so it's not like I got to roll over and go back to sleep. But still! Afternoon nap! Sweet. I feel a little bad about jinxing her into being sick, but it was for a good cause.