I really hate to be woken up on the weekend. I really like to sleep until I wake up. I don't like to be woken up by the phone, the neighbor's barking dog, the neighbors music, the doorbell, or any other thing caused by the people around me; unless my house is on fire, then that's just courteous.
I have entered the time in my life where I have to wake up my children on the weekends, not the other way around. They are teens now and would sleep until it was time to go to bed if I let them. So I blissfully sleep on Saturday and Sunday until I wake up.
I don't sleep that long. Chances are I would've been awake in another half hour or so this morning, but it's the principal of the thing. Did the guy really think he'd be waking my husband up? Has my husband ever failed to miss a swap meeting in the 30 plus years they've known him?
I laid in bed another hour trying to get back the cozy sleep I had been in. But alas, it was not to return. I just laid there thinking of all the things I needed to get done.
Blah. What a way to start a day.