So I like to sleep. Don't do it well, tend to wake up at 2am and then be up until 5 or 6 am then I fall back asleep. That in mind, I then like to sleep to about 8:30 or 9. That would be in my world. In my husband's world I must and I mean must be up and out of bed no later than 8 am. So if I've only had a few hours sleep, I still must be up at 8 am or the world will in fact fall apart. Given that he has an early morning schedule and early evening schedule, I must be on target with him. Naturally, I am not. I would like a few more hours sleep in the morning and be up a few more hours after him. I rather enjoy that "me" time to do my little fun things at night.
The worst of it all, he has since trained his dog Dazzi to be up at 7 am. She is no matter what. So if she's in the bed with you, she's licking and nosing and stomping on you. If she's out of the bed, then she's barking and tapping her nails up and down the hardwood hallway.
There is no rest within that scope of things. I am working out Sunday afternoon naps though. These have been my life line to sanity.
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