Since dad has been gone all week, Sebastian has been taking advantage of ruling the house. In the middle of the night, he'd be zooming across the room, chasing after Yaffa, making tons of noise at 4:30am. I try not to be a disciplinarian, but a few times I had to crawl out of bed, pick up Sebastian and talk sternly to him. And by talking sternly, I mean, I pick him up, tell him, "Sebastian, please go to bed", and I put him next to me to cuddle. Sometimes he humors me and sits there until I fall asleep, but most times, as soon as I lay down, he jumps off the bed and goes straight for Yaffa. Then at 7:30am, as I get up for work, I see Sebastian all tuckered out, and sleeping like the sweet kitty he is. I ask him, "Why can't you sleep so soundly, when I'm sleeping?" And I can imagine him saying, "But that wouldn't be as fun". I like how he uses his arm for a pillow to sleep on. He's lucky he's a cute cat, and can get away with this without me being angry. However, every day this week I've had really dark circles under my eyes. My co-workers have been telling me I look tired. Now I know how it feels to have kids.