Excuse me while I complain.

I slept with Ray last night. Normally, she sleeps until 7:30 or so. Nope. After a night of tossing and turning, she was ready for daylight at a quarter to six.

I keep telling myself, "You, by the weirdness that is the business world, have an extra day off. It is going to suck, just because your daughter, whom you love, got up early? Are you going to resent her for the rest of the day because, after waking you up, is delighted to see you and wants to play, play, and play? Please say no. Please. Say. No."

Grumble grumble grumble.