The Sun is Up!

Yes, yes, I know that I have written a blog like this before.  Trust me, this is different.  The boys have taken waking me up to a whole other level.

It’s no secret that I hate mornings.  The boys both know this. So, they have taken to torturing me…in the morning.  It has happened ever since I became their mother.  It’s this time of year.  They don’t understand that the sunrise does not mean it’s time to wake up.  No.

I have room darkening curtains in my room.  I have also put towels over the curtain rods to help keep out the light.  Even the smallest amount of light will trigger those two buggers.

Every morning between 4:30 am and 5:30 am, Fred and Lamont have decided that they need to up and I need to be up with them.  Why?  According to guinea pig logic, the sun is up and so they should be up.  Queue my big sigh.   

What’s the worst part of this whole situation?  It’s the fact that I can’t go back to bed once I’m awake that early.  My body is like, “You’re the dumb one to be up this early… We’re not going back to bed!  So, you can just lay there and stare at the ceiling…”. The boys sit in their cage and whine and moan at me until I get up and feed them.  Trust me, I know I shouldn’t give in.  But I have to… the commotion is excruciating.   Those two can wheek lough enough to make it through two pillows over my head!

So, I will get up and feed them.  Then try to go back to bed.  I toss and turn and stare at the ceiling.  and just as I’m drifting off, my alarm goes off.  Torture.  – KA

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