Tarantulas in the Morning (and Other Horrors)

Sweet Moses! It’s 5:20 in the morning! Sweetboy, Child, must you start your hopping so early?  And why, oh why do you have to slam those scissors down with such force at this incomprehensible hour?  Over and over and over? Oh, and I see that your pile of cardboard has grown miraculously overnight.  I need coffee.


Stay back Sweetgirl! Don’t you come near me at 5:35 in the morning chirping “Huck-A-Doodle-Do, Mama!”!  Who endowed you with this chipper gene?  Also, it’s Cock-a-doodle-do. I need my coffee.
Ah, lovely, I see Sweetman thought he would help by putting the newly cleaned couch cushion cover back on the not-yet-dry cushion.   Yay.  Back into the washing machine you go.  For the love of all that’s good and right in the morning, I. Need. Coffee!


Good morning Keurig!  You have no idea how happy I am to turn you on this morning.  Please, please do not need more water before delivering me at least one little cup of coffee.  A small cup will do just fine.  A thimble cup will even do.


That’s better.  Sigh…


I no longer feel as though the day is out to get me.  I do, however, feel that my daughter might need a lesson in telling the difference between real living things and not.  Apparently, I wear tarantulas on my eyes. Please see exhibit A below.

For the record, there are NO tarantulas (Glory!) on my eye(s).  Eye can see how she might think that, though. Oh yes, indeedy!

“Tarantula Eyes” don’t look half bad, after all.

2 thoughts on “Tarantulas in the Morning (and Other Horrors)

  1. What a funny girl! Just like her momma. 🙂
    Oh my wow…if a child of mine woke me up at 5:anything? Well. It just wouldn’t happen, is what I’m saying. I hope you had a good day…it was long enough! 😛

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