This morning I became aware that there was some very insistent pawing through my hair. The yowler (not pictured above) was using one of his favourite ways to wake me. I hate being woken up by anyone in the morning, and I was supremely annoyed, but I still prefer this technique to his other personal fave - the bouncing-on-a-full-bladder technique.
I was all set to send him scurrying - after all, my alarm hadn't gone off. But when he refused to leave, I got a little more conscious, and fumbled for the cell phone.
I'm supposed to be at work right now.
I leapt out of bed prepared to do battle, and managed to avoid stepping on anyone. I did that slight swaying & standing thing toddler's do while I tried to control my wits (no success there, as I'm sure someone will helpfully point out).
Called the office.
Begged the DS to feed the meowfia while I scurried around being useless.
And was in the office and doing my job by 7:32.
So there it is. If it hadn't been for the Yowler's tummy alarm, I might still be snoozing away, with the DS (who has a day off) and her highness (pictured above) by my side. His need to feed was the only thing that saved me from being horrendously late for work. Today, he is my hero.
Have I mentioned how thankful I am it's Friday?