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    Yesterday, Sunday, my daughter Kelly decided she wanted to wake up at 3:30 AM and start her day! I got up with her and went to the main level to watch TV and make her oatmeal. Hubby got up too, got dressed, threw my clothing & daughter's clothing at me. Told me to dress the 2 of us, as we were going to go to Wal-Mart! Our Wal-Mart is a 24/7 one so at 4 AM in the morning, we're trooping out to the car and get shopping done at Wal-Mart.

    Then we went to IHOP. The IHOP is 24/7 now. Hubby doesn't like Denny's so this was a compromise, but I think we should have gone there instead. For some of you who don't know, my daughter has been officially diagnosed as being Autistic. We get to IHOP at 5 AM, and we wait a little. We get our drinks and we order our food. We wait some more. And we wait. Hubby takes daughter out to walk around the restaurant. Two times. Then about 5 minutes after he comes back, I do the same thing.

    Come to find out: 2 of the 3 cooks walked out and the waiter didn't realize it. The lone cook was cleaning off the grill. The waiter didn't put our order in until about 30 minutes after we ordered! Oy!! Daughter was STARVING. Hubby & I were almost past being hungry. *le sigh* It was interesting.

    After breakfast, we went to the Safeway spent $100 there, got home by 8:30 AM and by 9 AM, daughter & I were taking our nap.

  • #2
    That's the kind of thing that, 10 years from now, your going to be reminiscing..."remember that time ... "

    It's adorable and infuriating what little kids get into their heads sometimes...
    I don't go in for ancient wisdom
    I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
    It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"

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    • #3
      it almost sounds like fun... except for the husband throwing clothes at you... you made it sound like he was upset...

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      • #4
        Well, I thought he was mad at us too! Hubby's not entirely "Mr. Personality" in the mornings.

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        • #5
          Hehehe I thought it was only my cat that wanted to get up at 3AM! He got himself put into the basement for trying to pounce on me while I was asleep. If it's not that, I sometimes feel a paw on my arm. He's not usually allowed in my bedroom, but knows that the door doesn't lock, and if he leans on it, it comes open. Most mornings, I find him still asleep curled up on the rug
          Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari

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          • #6
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            Hehehe I thought it was only my cat that wanted to get up at 3AM! He got himself put into the basement for trying to pounce on me while I was asleep. If it's not that, I sometimes feel a paw on my arm. He's not usually allowed in my bedroom, but knows that the door doesn't lock, and if he leans on it, it comes open. Most mornings, I find him still asleep curled up on the rug
            Ugh, my tom likes to do that at around the same time if he's in at night. He has a variety of tactics to wake us from our peaceful slumber:

            1. Walk all over us, across our heads, over our legs, onto the night stand, knock stuff over so we wake up going

            2. Jump into the window, make sure the blinds make lots of racket to wake us up.

            3. Find the dog food dish, and paw at the food, and on the floor around it, until we wake up.

            4. Claw at the door frame.

            5. If all else fails, he starts this soft, yelpy meow that is enough to barge into your sub-conscious and drag your waking mind kicking and screaming from its well-deserved rest.

            Fortunately, our bedroom door closes tightly, so he ends up getting tossed out into the living room to wait until dawn. He curls up by the door, and I'll find him there waiting in the morning. I'm not a morning person either.
            A fact of life: After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says W T F.....

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            • #7
              We briefly adopted a stray cat, at the instance of The Ass That Will Not Leave. Sweet thing, but we didn't have the $300 to pay for the pet deposit to keep her. I ended up having to use a wad of folded paper to wedge the door shut to keep her out, since my door doesn't lock and she figured out how to work the door-latch. For some reason that cat LOVED being in my room, to the point she'd keep trying to get in no matter how much I tossed her right back out.

              My blood-brother and I eventually dropped her off at a place where she'll hopefully find a permanent home, without telling The Ass, since he'd conveniently 'forgotten' that we didn't have the $$$ for the deposit and went from giving her some food and putting her back out, like we'd agreed on, to taking her on as an indoor cat. The Ass even fed the cat AT LEAST five separate large cans of tuna meant for Tuna Helper and then our own bellies, on top of the fact that he bitches and whines about not wanting to eat ramen and spends money meant for utilities on food no matter how tight our budget, then eats 2/3rds of it himself, leaving my blood-bro and I eating ramen more than 2 days out of 5 anyway.
              ...WHY DO YOU TEMPT WHAT LITTLE FAITH IN HUMANITY I HAVE!?! -- Kalga
              And I want a pony for Christmas but neither of us is getting what we want OK! What you are asking is impossible. -- Wicked Lexi

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              • #8
                Ahhh... kitties... and children... enough to make you scream in agonized frustration.

                My three darling daughters looooove to wake me up at 7am... on the weekends... when I'm pregnant and exhausted. Love 'em... roasted, salted... and dipped in chocolate.

                Of my two kitties... The oldest (a 13 y/o Himalayan with an attitude who once made a pitt bull believe that it was a labrador) sleeps at my feet. Every night. Without fail. Doesn't matter how often I shut the door... he knows how to open it. The youngest (a 15 month old mutt-kitty who is a masochist that enjoys spankings and chewing through electrical cords) sleeps on the other side of my feet.

                The Masochistic Kitty decided to get in on the waking-up-the-mommy thing a couple days ago. She jumped up on the bed (not normally a big deal... I can sleep through just about anything) and proceeded to meow at the top of her lungs.... then she started pawing at my shoulder. No way could I sleep through that. So I got up and looked at the clock. Couldn't believe what I was seeing... so I got my glasses on and looked again. IT WAS SIX IN THE BLOODY MORNING! I was soooo mad. I knocked her off the bed and hissed at her.

                Yes. I hissed. Full-blown, furious, as-cat-like-as-it-gets hissing.

                She took off so fast I thought she'd leave her fur behind.

                But I -did- manage to get back to sleep... for a whole hour before the girls decided it was time for mommy to get up and make breakfast...
                hea·then [hee-thuhn] noun
                1. an unconverted individual that does not acknowledge the God of the Bible.
                2. an irreligious, uncultured, or uncivilized person.
                3. the children of NotSoInnocent.

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                • #9
                  *giggles* You guys rock and I'm glad my drink was down again!

                  My kids have decided that when I'm sleeping at home (Since I have a lot of appointments downtown or with my good friend, I sleep at her place alot) that I'm fair game to make up for lack up being there. This includes making me the white line in their indy 500 races (my bladder seems to be the finish line), fetch at 5am, snuggling up on my belly or my chest with purring full force or just the plain "HEY let's grab moms hair and PULLLLLLLLLLLL!" And they wonder why I annoy them when THEY are trying to sleep. *shrugs*
                  Today was going to be just one of those days...you know, full of zombies.

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                  • #10
                    Sounds like my Claire...
                    Claire is very patient and sweet most of the time.
                    But on days when i dont hav e to work until 2 i like to sleep until 10 or 11 maybe 12, depending on how mad my internet chatting was the night before....
                    If i plan on sleeping in late the next morning i will walk her later or a second time in the night.
                    But no matter what after 8 am she must start waking me up.
                    If she really has to go and my brother cant hear the scratching on the door i start getting puppy snuggles, pounces, hand attacks (she gumms on my fingers pulls on my hand and kind of scratches alittle) and the sad noise...
                    Oh god how pathetic is that noise
                    auuuuuuuerrra..... thats how it sounds
                    and the whine....
                    when i finally wake up it takes me while to get up because i only fully awake with the sound of my alarm. and god good you think i killed her mommy or something...
                    Shes so cute but man i think shes evil....

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                    • #11
                      I'm so happy my eight year old is now old enough to get himself a bowl of cereal and turn on his cartoons by himself. The five year old likes to sleep in, and I usually have to get HER up
                      GK/Kara/Jester fangirl.

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                      • #12
                        My cats fairly recently have been allowed to be loose in the house when we go to bed. They used to get shut in the spare room at night, and my parents left their door open a little bit (throwback to when my grandmother lived here, I think, and they wanted to make sure they could hear her bell in an emergency, then they just kinda got used to it); now the cats are loose and my parents are shut in. Some nights they are quiet and just sleep wherever (they like the living room carpet where they can guard the front door); some nights we can hear them chasing each other around the house; and some nights they just want in and we can hear them (him, really) pawing at the doors and making them rattle (my parents put a washcloth in the door now to keep the noise down) or trying to get the door handle. He got mine open twice one morning a couple weeks ago but he hasn't done it since. Usually he gives up after a bit but sometimes he likes to voice his frustration. The girl doesn't really meow but she makes this sort of squeaky cooing sound, almost like a bird. It's actually kind of soothing. She did it outside my door one morning for 20 minutes before I had to get up and I actually liked listening to it.
                        I don't go in for ancient wisdom
                        I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
                        It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"

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                        • #13
                          My boy cat, Darwin, likes to sleep either at my feet, curled up in front of my knees or curled up next to my butt. I love him, but really .... I do need to turn over every once in a while.

                          As for the loverly time we had together as a family, the best was staring out the window of IHOP and seeing the sun rise. That was beautiful. But really ... 45 to almost an hour after we've been sat, we *finally* get our food? That was craptascular in my book.

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                          • #14
                            My six month old kitten is the same way. Likes to wake me up before five lately. She'll get in and jump on my bed and walk all over it, she does it at night to, she wakes up from her nap about an hour before I go to bed, therefore she's wide awake and wants to play when I want to go to bed, she'll climb all over the bed, bite me, scratch at me, until I have enough and kick her out of my bedroom.

                            I'll have my first night alone since March on Wednesday, when I have to take her to the vets to be spayed and declawed, she has to stay overnight. It's going to be a very expensive day for me.

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                            • #15
                              I stopped going to the I-Hop in the town I live in for this reason. BOTH the servers and cooks are slow and it is always at least a 45 minute wait for ANYTHING.

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