Chippie awakes just before Grumpy needs to get up for work.
At that horrible time where there is just enough time for him to get some decent nap time before he has to get up.
I cuddle Chippie whilst Grumpy showers and gets ready for work, and leaves.
Chippie is being cute, and I’m forcing myself to make the most of it. He falls asleep. I make my escape. He wakes. I climb back into bed with him.
Mostly so I don’t have to put up with the screaming and head butting for longer than necessary.
Eventually, it reaches the point where I really need to get, because stuff needs doing. He’s not happy. I am beyond caring. I think I’m almost beyond feeling.
Am so stressed, I manage to muck up the making of the Vegemite sandwiches for school lunches. Am super impressed I have mucked up such a simple task, and wonder how I can explain it.