I hate early mornings.

My imp tried getting up before six thirty.  He's back in bed.

I'm not, because I can tell that I wouldn't be getting back to sleep until they wake up anyway.  And that turns irritated anyway mama into mama bear with a sore head.  I'll try to grab a nap, later.

I wish he'd stayed asleep.  I didn't get to sleep myself until around one this morning.