Can't a girl get a sleep in?

I dreamt of sleeping until 9.

I had the bed to myself because Peter is away plus we had nothing on the schedule until noon.  

Perfect.

So, who let the dogs in?

Here's the thing:  Tucker is a big-time bed hog.  He likes to sleep close.  Really close.  If my legs are stretched out, he will lie pressing up against my side.  And if I'm sleeping in a ball, he lies right at the bottom of my legs so that I can't stretch out again.  If I move over to give myself more space then he moves closer too.  So I'd better be comfortable because, no matter what, I can't move.  

And Maggie?  She will sleep curled in her own little ball at the bottom corner of the bed.  It's all good.  Until I move.  And then she's on me like a shot.  Standing over me licking any skin she can find - arm, hand, face, it doesn't matter to her.  She thinks I'm getting up to play.  I have to shoo her off, get comfortable and then not move again until I'm ready to roll out of bed for good.

As an added bonus this morning, I also had a visit from Lucy.  She perched herself on the corner of my pillow and then purred.  Loudly.  Frankly, I don't know why she was there - she can't stand being anywhere near the dogs and yet there she was this morning sharing the bed with them.

All the while, because someone opened my door, I was accompanied by the soundtrack of my children in the kitchen.  I could hear them clear as a bell - Juliana yelling at Sheldon to be quiet because she was trying to concentrate on making her valentines and Sheldon doing a dramatic reading of the cereal box.

There's a reason that we sleep with the door closed.  

Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.