Mike sets his alarm to go off a half hour or so before he actually needs to wake up. I can usually sleep through it unless, like this morning (and yesterday morning too, in fact), the kittens go off before the alarm does. Ronan likes to walk on us and peer into our faces, a purring version of: "Are you awake yet? Huh? Hello? Awake? Hey! Wakey-wakey!" Tighe then finds something to bat around on the dresser and my warm snuggly sleepytime is all but ruined.
I stumbled out of bed this morning, pulled on something warm and headed down to the kitchen. We keep that part of the house closed off during the night (kittens, remember?) and it was so cold in there you could see your breath. I got the coffee brewing, ran back upstairs, jumped on the bed and announced,"I'm making you breakfast! Get up!"
Mike muttered something unintelligible, the covers were still pulled up over his ears and he had just hit the snooze button.
"Eggs? Waffles? There's coffee!" I said, bouncing on the bed.
"Mmmhmmpfh. I'm awake, zzzzz...," was the reply.
So by the time I had poured the coffee, scrambled some eggs, toasted a multigrain waffle (yes, from a box. Give me a break, it was 6 AM) , and topped it with strawberries cut into little fans,
Mike was up - a little bleary and most likely wondering, "Who the hell are you and what have you done with my wife?"
The sun rose as we had breakfast together and then off he went to work. I have the day off today and have plans for mopping, a manicure, and a Moroccan-themed dinner. (& maybe a nap.)