Sometimes you wake up to a whimpering dog, begging to be let out... stumble down the stairs, opening your eyes only enough to make sure you're actually catching the steps with your feet as to avoid a complete tumble.
Sometimes as soon as the dog has cleared the threshold of the door, you climb (literally, hands on the steps) back up the stairs & quickly retreat back to the perfectly formed cocoon under the sheets and quilt.
Sometimes you collapse back into dreamland so quickly, you don't even think about the fact that you're dog's still outside in the frosty cold and your supposed to be leaving any minute now to go to your parents for Sunday Morning Breakfast, the family tradition that started nearly 10 years ago.
Sometimes when you snap up, suddenly awaken by a barking dog (your barking dog of course) and realize it's already 9:23, you manage to get dressed quicker than you ever have.
Sometimes when your half-frozen dog decides pouncing at the door, but running away when you open it is a SUPER fun game because you aren't in a hurry or anything, you get annoyed.
Sometimes you chase your dog around the yard just so you can catch him and physically carry him into the house.
Sometimes you are in such a rush you run out the side door, locking it behind you only to realize as soon as you hit the porch that your car keys are sitting on the counter on the other side of that locked door.
Sometimes your house keys also share a key ring with your car keys.
Sometimes, even at the age of 23, after living in your house for 9 months... you still have to suck up your pride, call your parents house and ask if someone can bring a spare key and come let you back into your own home.
And sometimes, you remember why they say you should always hide a spare key somewhere outside your home. Because sometimes, even the most responsible of folks do some really, really silly things.
But most of the time, a big helping of homemade biscuits & gravy and some banter with your papaw and your parents make all those 'sometimes' worth it.