Oops excuse me, it was the dog

Up again at the crack of dawn, ok 7.45am, but for me it might as well still be night.
Early mornings have never sat comfortably with me. Some people bounce out of bed and are wide awake from the word go, me... nah. Even when I was a teenager, I loathed getting up for work and I know I was incredibly spoilt, but my mum or dad would wake me up half an hour before necessary so I could have another half an hour lie in and then I would be greeted with a cup of coffee in bed till I had woken up enough to speak to safely.
My favourite day in the year was not Christmas or my birthday, massively overrated, but it was the day the clocks went back an hour... bliss!
Having kids; I adored, but the early morning part of child rearing was a killer, especially as we had two boys that didn't know the meaning of sleep. Thank God for the 'Breakfast TV' programme that started when Oliver was about a year old. Ok it was mostly news in the early days, but at least it kept me awake enough to function and it kept me sane knowning someone else was awake.
Today my task was to get up early for the bathroom tiler and I succeeded, although by 9.15am I had fell back to sleep on the sofa for about 15mins complete with dribble from my mouth.
Poor man was quite nervous when I greeted him at the door with my oxygen tubes and a syringe in my hand! He soon settled when he realised that my head wasn't going to spin round and round and he did a really good job, finishing by lunchtime. But why is it when you have someone working in your small bathroom, your bowels go 'Oo... I need to open!'
So embarrassing, as he knows damn well what you've just done and you know that he knows. Perhaps that is why he got a move on to get it finished before I needed the loo again?!
Tomorrow it is the turn of the electrician, who has probably been warned that I make a nice cup of coffee, but makes dodgy smells! Oo the shame.

Lots of love Debbie x