Tuesday, December 21, 2004

You know it's time to get up when . . .

. . . you can't breathe through your nose. Yes, I have another cold. If I were a scientist or something, I'd probably marvel at how my symptoms are completely different from the last cold and wonder if I could compare the virus strains under a microscope and figure out what causes these differences. There's a dissertation there I'm sure. One of the lovelier symptoms I have is laryngitis. I have no voice. Do you know how hard it is to yell at your kids when you have no voice? I mean, really, Hurry up! You're going to be late for the bus just doesn't sound as good when it comes squeaking out in fits and starts.

This morning was filled with more than its share of annoyances. I am the queen of the morning. I get up before everyone, have a cup of coffee, blog, and then wake up the kids. They eat breakfast while I shower. Then Mr. Geeky gets up and showers so basically we're all kind of getting ready at the same time. One thing I absolutely hate--and when I'm tired it rankles me even more--is when people yell for me but do not include in their yell what it is they need from me. It goes something like this:

"Moooooom!!"
"What?"
"Moooooom!!"
Me, stopping what I'm doing, moving closer to the vicinty of the yeller, "I said, what!"
"I need a glass of milk."
"Well, you're gonna have to wait. I'm naked."

Then, when I finally get dressed. "That took you forever. I yelled three times."
Some days, my children are lucky I let them live.

This scenerio happened at least 10 times this morning including a couple of times from Mr. Geeky. It drives me insane--really. I have to stop what I'm doing, go to another location, listen to the request, and fill it. And people wonder why I don't wear makeup. I'd only have time to do one eye--and that would not be an attractive look.

Oh, and guess what I was up late doing which led to me feeling cranky. Making Dutch colonial architechtural elements out of construction paper. (Yes, Geeky boy forgot an assignment again--forgot to write it down.) Do you know how hard it is to make a porch with railings out of construction paper? I'd snap a picture and show you, but frankly, I think my work is on about a 2nd grade level, 2 levels down from Geeky boy. It's going to be a rough day.