I am allergic to morning. I need a good 30-45 minutes to myself to convince myself "It's a beautiful morning..." That doesn't always happen. And people who hop out of bed smiling and laughing and talking? They are evil.
My children are allergic to morning also. They are grumpy. They find fault with breakfast. Even if it's their beloved pancakes. They hate the clothes I laid out for them. This one needs their clothes 'fresh and warm' from the dryer. This one needs "SpongeBob" underwear. This one ALWAYS wants a PINK shirt. That one has 'sock' issues. If the seam on the toes isn't juuuuuuust right--disaster. No one wants to brush their teeth. Or take their meds. Comb their hair.
But give us 30 minutes. We all come together. Our eyes clear. Or voices soften.
Until then? Leave me alone.
PS: That new guy that gave me his last name? He is allergic to morning too. But I think he needs medication. ;)
Day seven. TRAGEDY STRIKES.
19 hours ago