I stayed up late reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and got up early with my trial-sized human. And again, that's what I thought was going to slay me, that lack of sleep (even though I stayed up voluntarily). But it's not bad. It's easier because she's always so freaking happy in the morning. And when she sees me, it's like she doesn't realize that we sleep in the same room. She's just ecstatic to see me, like, yay! It's you again!

I do sometimes ask her if she isn't sure she couldn't use another couple hours of sleep? But no, she's always ready to start the day. If she's that excited to get up and cruise around the living room, I figure the least I can do is get up promptly.