Simply Mahervolous

I could whine.

I could complain.

4:47 am is really, really early.

4:47 am is reserved for people who haven't gone to bed yet, coffee shop workers, and longshoremen.  Or longshorewomen.  Longshoreworkers. 

My eyes are swollen shut.  Four cups of coffee, and I still have a headache.  Down goes five. 

It doesn't help that the creature in question is going to bed later and later, so is literally up nearly all day long.  Seriously.  Finally asleep at 11, getting up at 4:47? 

Hearing the plaintive cries of 'daddy, daddy' at 4:47 does not stir my nurturing, caring instincts.  At 4:47 am, go down the stairs, throw in some toast, and don't set yourself on fire, kid.

And while you're at it, make me some, too.  I'm not going back to sleep now.