Weekend Ruined Because I Couldn't Sleep In

Woke up this morning to the sound of rustling outside my window.  My mind had to wake up to figure out what it could be.  It sounded like tarp being rolled up.  The tarp was used to cover our old car, and I'll blog post about that later.  But Father, once again, was up and at 'em in the morning, and like mowing the lawn last weekend, he was doing a chore that woke me up way before I should have woken up.

I woke up earlier than I should have yesterday/Saturday morning too, now that I think about it.  What are the weekends for besides catching up on sleep and waking up only when you want to?  Why in the hell would anybody set an alarm and get up on a weekend morning to do something they don't want to do?  So now, and I mean this, my entire damn weekend has been ruined because I woke up way earlier than I had to.  How do I catch up on my sleep?  Well, there are afternoons and evenings.  And, to be fair, I was so tired last night that I went to bed around 12:30.  But still.