Usually this time of year is kind of hard on everybody.
We'd have been sleeping in a little during the summer months. We'd have been out of the routine of rising early to get going and get our business done in the morning.
Other school years, the 6:15 a.m. teenager car-pool wake up would have been full of grump and grind.
Cue Monty Python: Always look on the bright side of life (whistle, whistle, whistle.)
Someone in this household never sleeps past 4:30 or 5:00. Not on school days, not on Sundays, never. Someone in this household has been raring to go before dawn, before the birds even start twittering, all summer long.
As a result, I have not gotten in the habit of sleeping 'til 7 or 8 a.m. Not even close.
In fact, this morning, the restlessness in the kennel by my bedside started around 4:45, a full hour and a half before any of the teenagers in the house needed to be up and at 'em! Yay me. Time for coffee and Facebook and Ravelry.
And even better, come 6:15, puppy is a much more effective alarm clock than clocky ever was (remember the alarm clock we found for Dear Son that hops off your nightstand and wails if you don't shut it off?). Clocky you can turn off. Bacon? Not so much... Rather than stand at his door or bellow from the basement that it's time to get out of bed and if he doesn't get moving I'm coming in there myself to roust him out, I simply shut the puppy in his room with him.
You know he's out of bed when the door opens and closes and a puppy scrabbles down the hall. Works like a charm.
And with two teens to get going again as Dear Daughter's attending a local college this year, this puppy is proving more valuable that I though possible. Not just a pretty face, this one. He's useful.
I'm trying not to begrudge him the nap he's taking now at (checking my wristwatch), oh, 7:47 IN THE MORNING!
He's been up awhile. And he's gotten in his whole day's work. Good pup pup.