We went to bed early last night. Yet this morning, when the alarm went off I was still worn out.
Apparently, so was The Boy. So instead of getting up (having to attend morning PT session for the Bum Leg gives me quite a bit of extra time in the morning), The Boy suggested we snuggle with the furbabies and sleep a bit longer.
Over an hour later, I woke up again...the furbabies are on a schedule and felt it was definitely past time to get up and get treats.
The Boy simply said, Somehow, this was so much better for my body than going to the gym could have been.
You know what, I agree.