DH and the girls are far, far away right now, kicking off their summer in a befitting manner. I opted to stay at home and enjoy the peace and tidiness of a house that was 100% under my control, and I took a couple of days of leave to stretch a weekend and a statutory holiday into five days off. I was looking forward to many glorious mornings of sleeping in without the inevitable sound of children squabbling or slamming their breakfast dishes down on the counter.
I didn't count on the kitties, though. The latest battleground in the War For Global Kitty Domination is the most crucial one: the privilege to Sleep With The Human. My peaceful bed, which should have been the site of much happy slumbering, is now home to sneak attacks at 0205, screaming and growling at 0316, a brief moment of happy purrs with the current victor at 0350, until they creep to the edge of the bed in paranoia at 0421 to ready themselves for the next sneak attack at 0550. I am getting crankier and crankier as the weekend progresses from lack of quality sleep.
I dare not interrupt the power struggles, though. They really need to get this sorted out in the same way they have decided other battles in the war. I suppose I'm lucky this is occurring on holidays, when I always have the option of a nice afternoon nap to console myself with.