Despite the fact that I am constantly on the go and always have something to do, there are a few rare occasions when I actually have nothing to do on a Saturday or Sunday morning and can actually sleep late – or at least I can try.

I say try because since Sandy and I have moved in together, there has not been one Saturday or Sunday that I have slept past 8:00am. Don’t get me wrong, I have tried my best to attempt to wake up after 10:00am and maybe even 11:00am, but without fail, every weekend something wakes me up.

The funny thing is, that while the myriad of things that have woke me have ranged from a barking dog down the block, to a phone call or beep – to even Jehovah’s Witnesses – Sandy somehow manages to sleep through it all. In fact, she is such a heavy sleeper that I could probably put her on the Cyclone while she was asleep and she would sleep through the whole thing. I on the other hand, wake up at the snap of a finger – and everything else that decides to force my eyes open.

It’s not like I’m asking for the world. All I ask is to be allowed to sleep for a few hours later than I do when I have to get up for work on the weekdays – instead – the world becomes my alarm clock and goes off early every Saturday and Sunday.

When Sandy finally wakes up and I inform her what today’s wake up call was, she wonders why I don’t just go back to sleep – I wonder the same thing myself. I am the type that once my eyes are open – they are open for good. I can’t simply get up and fall back to sleep. I just curse, get up and begin my day.

When this weekend comes, I will attempt once again to get some much needed Z’s – but I’m sure I will be unsuccessful when this weekend’s wake up call comes.

Do you have the same problem? If you do, e-mail me – God knows I’ll be up.