The 3 AM Wakeup Call

I threw Molly's bathroom break schedule off last night and I had to pay the price for it. I took her out to early yesterday afternoon and did not take her back out, fed her some tacos, and other unhealthy stuff, and I was out at 3 AM this morning as a result. I had my flashlight so I could see all of the creatures of the night and what they were up to at that time of night. I barely remember any of it with the exception that I remember thinking that "I am going back to sleep. I don't have to get up and go to work." Sleep I did. Molly didn't even wake me up again but we somehow managed to change sides of the bed. I have never figured out how she does that.