Do you ever have that feeling in the morning right before you wake up.... that maybe this isn't going to be your morning. That was the distinct feeling I had this morning. But like any person has to do at some point when their kids are down the hall... I got up. And here are my thoughts:
I need to call for my fair freakin' godmother to swoop in and whisk me off to a far away place where I don't have to clean up a pee'ed in bed, a boy crying because I had to give him shower because he was perfectly content to be laying right in the middle of a pee'ed in bed, and then once he is out to be fussing about anything and everything that comes into his line of sight. Not to mention I haven't even gotten to the part where I have to homeschool... and the way the morning is shaping up I think I would best advised to close the door and crawl back under the covers. The whole while I haven't raised my freakin voice only because the pain in my head is so great that I am certain that if I do that my eye balls will shoot out of my face, blood with rush from my ears and my hair will stand on end.
And my friends it is only 9:20 am...
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