When it comes to waking up I wait until the very possible moment. Now that you are sleeping down the hall from our bedroom you whine in the morning to wake me up...early morning...EARLY, like 5:30am early. I feed you and some days you'll fall asleep for another hour or so. Enough time for me to quickly have my shower and look half presentable for work. I feel pampered if I get to shave my legs, put on deodorant and have my clothes right side out. On the weekends you try to wake me up every hour starting at 5:30am.
You little persistent rooster...
I can't wait until the day when I get to wake you up, revenge will be sweet!
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