It's that time again. While my hubby absolutely hates this one, I kinda like it, I get more done.
As I'm sure you all know I have way too many animals. Animals don't live by the clock, they go off of the daylight, well mine do anyway.
For the past 3 weeks I have been in tears first thing in the morning. You see my asshole black cat would come tearing ass across the bed around 4:30 AM, across Buddha, who in turn tears around the house with his little dog tags clanging together like the fucking liberty bell, while he chases asshole. Two weeks ago I started sleeping with a squirt bottle...I am deadly at 20 feet. Asshole hates water.
Today I figured it out...it was time for assholes breakfast...it's starting to get light out and all of the animals (not just asshole) think it's time to eat. So the animals have me trained already. He wasn't being an asshole after all...he was helping me train to get up an hour earlier. Now if I could just sick them all on the hubby my life will be awesome.
Hubby makes such a big deal out of this time change. He asks 40 times a day "What time is it? In old time?"
By May I want to hurt him.
I hope all of you working stiffs do ok in the morning.