Here in this house we have 3 days a week we get to sleep in.
I mean the "we" in the "royal we" manner.
The eldest kid doesn't have classes on Thursday, so I get to sleep in. It's a good thing.
Last night, the yellow dog actually slept through the night.
So, this morning, at 6 freaking 30 in the morning, the man stands up and says "oh my gosh! the time!"
Yeah. I wake up. Excuse me. "We" wake up.
I tell him that it's Thursday, no need to get up early and start the taxi.
He says "Oh good", lays down and goes back to sleep.
"We" lay there and look at the cool fog in the trees. Watch the numbers change on the alarm clock. Watch the sun start to creep across the ceiling, and then finally fall asleep again.
He wakes up and shakes me. "Are you sleeping?"
No. I was actually changing the oil on the car.