I had planned to be up bright-eyed and bushed-tailed this morning. Alas I woke with no tail, and I was not bright-eyed at all. I went to sleep a bit later than I intended, but early enough that I should have been well rested. Jeff however fell asleep on the couch. When he woke up sometime in the middle of the morning/night he decided to crack open his Orange Box. The first hint I had that Jeff wasn't sleeping was sometime around 3:30a when the cats were going bonkers begging for food, and making some sort of unidentifiable noise.
By 4:30a they kept me awake long enough that I figured out the problem. My darling husband was in the office, and our darling kitten desperately wanted to join him. She expresses this desire by screaming outside the office door (6 inches from the open bedroom door) and clawing at the underside of the door. When I got out of bed I could have just killed them all. I don't think I've ever woken up so grumpy in my life. Of course that's when Jeff realizes he should probably try to get some more sleep before work, so he comes back to bed and tortures me with his snoring. I got a little bit more sleep, but it wasn't much, and then it was time to get up.
I spent most of my pre-work time this morning trying not to be pissy. I think I did okay, all things considered. Since then my mood has continued to improve, and I don't even want to strangle the 5 of them anymore. I do however want a nap.