No rest for the weary

It's my morning to sleep in. Bill and I try to take turns on the weekends (when we can) so the other one can sleep in a little. It's my morning to sleep in. Josie climbed in bed with us at 6:30 this morning and immediately nuzzled up to me. Sweet and warm and her little chubby cheeks are even chubbier when she's sleeping. But I was at the edge of the bed with no room to move and I was extremely antsy. Hence, I'm writing this at 8:30am and it's my morning to sleep in.

Update:
I would like to point out that my inability to sleep in had nothing whatsoever to do with Bill. I was just too antsy to lie in bed. (See, honey? Now everyone knows it wasn't your fault. I never meant to imply it was.)