Wakey, Wakey

Have you ever went on vacation and thought, hurray – we don’t have to get up in the morning, 

I can sleep in because a) We don’t have the kids, b) we don’t have the dogs/cats, c) we don’t have the neighbors, d) we don’t have to work?

Yeah, it’s such a brilliant idea, isn’t it?  Too bad it never works out that way…

My sweet doggie, you know the 16 year old?  Well she wakes me up every night/morning at 4:00am to go outside.   

She used to wake up the hubby, but somewhere in the last couple of years she figured out I was closer, and it was easier just to saunter over to my edge of the bed and ask to go out, than to walk all the way around to his side. (Some nights there is a second call at 5:00am for the second round of duty.)

Ok, fine, can’t really fault her for doing the right thing now can you?  

So this doggie, although still very much alive, seems to have a spirit or something that follows us around so we don’t forget her (like that is possible).

Last year we thought it was a fluke – but this year, it is becoming more of a trend.

On our anniversary last year we didn’t have a lot of time to go anywhere, so we just stayed at a really nice hotel downtown and ate at their really fancy restaurant.  That way we could have a nice relaxing night out, eating, drinking, listening to live entertainment and then just walk to our room at the end of the night.  Great hotel, beautiful room, what could go wrong?

Well, at precisely 4:00 am, the front desk called with our “requested” wake up call.   

Really? Is it simply impossible for me to get more than three hours of sleep in a row at night?  I could use a full REM cycle soon, or I am going to turn into a zombie.   

So, fast forward to this year.  We are at a nice resort in Wisconsin for a couple days.  Beautiful old hotel, comfortable room, surely we will be able to relax and catch a well needed full night of sleep.

First night, at precisely 4:00am, the alarm clock on the nightstand next to my head goes off…..