A Not So Perfect Morning

My not so perfect morning started at 1:37 AM. I woke up from the sound of my bedroom door opening and saw the fuzzy silhouette of my tall "tween."

"What's going on?" I asked.
"I can't catch Sophie," she responded.
"Where is she?" I continued (hoping that this would not involve me leaving my bed).
"In my room," she advised.
"How can you not catch her in your room?" I said (ooops, did I say that out loud? That wasn't very kind...).

I guiltily got out of bed and followed Rebecka to her room. I had Sophie on her back the the "I give up" position in about three seconds.

"You'd better take her outside," I told Rebecka. "Come see me when you're back inside." I crept back into bed.

My not so perfect morning continued at 3:27 AM. I woke up to the sound of a bichon throwing herself at the bathroom door, hoping to break it down so she could be free to roam around the apartment. I figured she might be lonely, since she'd gotten used to sleeping with humans lately, so I went to get her and put her in my bed. She jumped right off and ran to the living room. There, she waited for me in her "catch me if you can!" pose. I sat down and waited for her to run herself tired and then caught her. We decided to go for a walk. Once we got outside, Sophie started running like she was being chased by wolves (or whatever animal would most frighten her). So I ran. We ran together for a few minutes (me in my striped fleece PJs) until she decided it was time to stop. We returned to the apartment at 3:38 AM. Sophie went to her corner in the bathroom. I went to bed.

My not so perfect morning officially arrived at 5:15 AM when I woke up and realized that I had missed my window of opportunity to go to the gym (at least for any substantial workout), so I stayed in bed until 5:45 and then got ready, ate breakfast, and went to work. I did get to work at a decent time, so that was good.

And I forgot to start the laundry...