The face of a 39 year-old woman who just slept until noon

While sleeping until noon on a Saturday used to be commonplace- these days I’m lucky if I make it to 9am without shooting awake usually having to pee.
Each new season, when the weather really begins to shift my dogs go absolutely mental and insist in being let out between 4 and 5 times throughout the night.
I’m not sure if it’s the moon messing with their pee-holes or what, but it properly destroys my nightly rest for close to two weeks.
Last night was probably the apex if this cycle. They woke me up once an hour the entire night.
Sometime around 6, they woke Lars and he let them out while I tried to sleep for a bit more.
Around 8am, a wet nose and plaintive whimper woke me.
“Ughhhhhhhh!!! Walter! What can you possibly need?” I bellowed.
“Hoooooowwwwwwwwllllllllllll!” he replied.
“Oooowwwwwwwwwww!!!!!”
“Okay, fine.”
I stomped out of bed to find their water dish empty. Bad mommy.
I filled it, wrapped myself in my fluffy pink blanket and curled up on our love seat.
Lars had already managed to fall back to sleep on the couch.
I looked at Tumblr on my phone and sighed and then suddenly I was dreaming.
Tony Soprano was there. Not James Gandolfini, but Tony Soprano.
He was giving me advice about something- I wish I could remember what.
The next thing I know, I smell bacon. “Awwww, honey I love you.”
My eyes open.
“What time is it?”
Lars laughs.
“Noon.”
“What???”
And here we are.

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