In my sweetest little voice I cried back, “But I was out really late last night and I had to get up at 7am to walk Mar. I’m just naapppping now.”
It was pathetic. I’m 27 years old and I was in bed “napping” at 12:20 on a Sunday. In my defense, I really was out late the night before at a friend’s Birthday Party in DC. I didn’t leave my apartment until 9:45pm which is usually about the time I start getting ready for bed, so this is clearly not what my body is used to these days. Five years ago it was standard procedure, but anymore? A night out at a trendy bar or club leaves my friends and I trying to hold conversations but resorting to just yelling “WHAT???? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
“IT’S SO LOUD IN HERE!! DO YOU THINK THEY CAN TURN DOWN THE MUSIC?!”
“WHY IS IT SO DARK?! I CAN’T EVEN READ YOUR LIPS!”
I got home from the party at 2am. Which means Malomar had been sleeping peacefully for a few hours and is now ready.to.go. So I have to stay up for another 30 minutes calming him down and convincing him it’s still “sleepy time.” I took him out to the bathroom in hopes that it would buy me a few extra hours of sleep in the morning, since he’s normally up at 7am like clockwork. Of course my plan didn’t work and we were up at 7am anyway for our usual potty break. So yeah, at 12:20pm I was still tired. I just can’t hang like I used to!