Since we’ve been home, Rumble has been profoundly determined to get some snuggles out of either me or Kelly at least every three or so hours, which means a rather aggressive wake-up call at two in the morning. This has enhanced the difficulties of jetlag exponentially, and he’s decided he doesn’t care much for our usual deterrents–the squirt bottle, for example.
He’ll settle down and start taking us for granted soon, I know, but in the meantime there’s a bit of an exciting sleep deprivation issue here at Chez Dua.
Still, it’s nice to be loved, right?
