My sleepy mind is mean

This morning, Mr. B’s alarm went off somewhere between 4:30 and 5 am, as normal. I instantly thought, “Yea! It’s Saturday. I can sleep in.” It was as I was curling up to get back to sleep that my mind woke up enough, and I thought instead, “Crap. It’s only Thursday…” Yeah, I hate those type of mornings. Fortunately, I’m taking tomorrow afternoon off, so that only translated into a day and a half of work. Mr. B’s project is on overtime, so he’s looking at 6 10-hr days for the foreseeable future. Glad I’m not working his schedule.