Good Morning?

I went to bed late and now I'm up early- thanks to The Mop, also known as Molly. At about 12:30, she decided that she didn't want to be in the crate anymore. I didn't give in and I let her bark. This led to me having to get up to use the bathroom, but when I got back to the bed, there was a warm body where there wasn't when I left. Yes, I'm one of those mamas that gave in to having my daughter sleep with me when she was sick and now she's a permanent fixture. What next? Tylenol for growing pains. Cutie Patootie moves around and moves around and moves around until I get up to head, again, to the bathroom for relief. The Mop decided that 6:30 was a good time to wake up and again start barking. I want coffee. I need coffee, but I'm going to tough it out and drink water instead. Time to start the day and make breakfast for Patootie.