I’m getting too old for this… Last weekend it was the party at our house, when we had people at our house until 2:30 and we were up until probably 3. This weekend (Friday) we went to the bar with some friends and stayed until just before closing (2am) and were again in bed by 3.
Of course, the next morning, we’re woken up by Maggie around 6am, because it’s the normal time she gets up and she’s wondering what’s wrong with us. Tom either takes her out or takes off her collar so we don’t hear her moving around so we can try to get more than three hours of sleep. Yesterday I managed to get another three hours, but was tired all damn day.
We’re getting too old for this. Or at least I am—Tom is trying his hardest not to feel old.