Let Me Sleep

The boys and I are on spring break this week. A week of no one having to get up early is the best vacation. We have one dog, Porter, (yeah, we've got 3 dogs, but I'm talking about Porter) that starts trying to get me up every morning around 5 to get fed. It use to be 6 a.m., now it's 5 a.m. I don't feed him, but I'll get up (angry and a tad hostile) and let him out because if I don't, he won't leave me alone. Of course every animal then gets up thinking it's feeding time. I'll let him back in and not feed him and try to get some sleep, but for the next hour or so, he's a pain in my butt wanting fed.
Don't tell me to leave him outside, it's not in me. Don't tell me to shut my door, because then he (and every other animal) will be banging on it.
This morning I woke up at 7 a.m. I looked at the time and the first thought that went through my head was that someone must have left the front door open and the dogs are gone (it's happened more than once and the feeling is one of panic).
I threw some clothes on and ran out of my room. My kids were both asleep on the couches. I've got 2 huge couches in my living room that easily fit kids over 6 feet tall on them, and they looked so cute asleep, each on their own couch. They looked like little kids, it's been a long time since they've done this. Oh yeah, back to Porter. After looking through the house, I found the dogs had been shut up in Charlie's room. Every day I love these kids more.
As I'm letting the dogs out, trying to be quiet, Casey wakes up and the first thing he said was "did you get to sleep in Mama?". I wonder if they have any idea how precious they are to me.
As Shawn said the other day in my comments, "Life always presents more little thrills than big ones. If you can't get excited about the little things, more than likely you're a miserable soul."
I, my friends, am not a 'miserable soul'.