Just in case my last post made y'all think that I am some sort of Melanie Wilkes-like angel....
This morning, the alarm went off and the first words out of my cherubic mouth were: FUCK. FUCK THIS SHIT! It can't be 6 a.m. yet! I just laid my damn head on the pillow! FUCK.
Bing came in to kiss me goodbye before she left for work and tried to give me a sweet lingering kiss. I said, "Jaysus, honey...I'm half naked and freezing. Would just give me the damn kiss and let me get dressed here?"
When Liv asked for an "egyptian eye" (a piece of bread with a hole in it fried with an egg yellow peeking through) for breakfast, I gave her a long weary look and said, "How about cornflakes? Or maybe some applesauce? Doesn't a granola bar sound better?
When the dog began whining at the door to be taken out, I said, "Crap, Socks...you JUST went out. Is your bladder the size of a pea or something? NO! It's COLD out there." (Maybe I should get points for taking him anyway...)
It is not even seven a.m. yet.
I'm no angel.