I hate mornings

I am NOT a morning person. AT ALL. Most days I wonder why I wake up and even bother to get out of bed. I tell myself it's because something interesting is bound to happen, and I don't want to miss it. That's a crock, but any excuse will do.

I dragged my exhausted butt out of bed at THE most inappropriate hour to get ready for work. When the boys woke up my oldest headed straight for the bathroom. While I'm filling the first cat bowl I hear the door creak and him giggle and say, "Posey, get out of here!" (She's the ultimate bathroom buddy) As I'm filling the second bowl I hear a panicked "Posey! Get Down! NO! POSEY!" followed by "MOOOOOM!"

I must say I'm amazed at my son's control. Miss Posey hopped on the seat of the toilet, and yes, stuck her neck into the line of fire. My son stopped mid-stream to push her off, a feat I haven't been able to accomplish since he was a newborn. Apparently the reason I woke up TODAY was to have the wonderful experience of giving a feisty 6 month old kitten a bath in the sink before work. I've had worse mornings, so I'm not complaining. Really.

This is Posey, by the way.



As I'm crawling down the highway during my horrid morning commute I notice a WHISKER on my chin. Now I've got a battle going on with these damn things, and I'm losing. Why is it I can stare in a mirror for hours and not find anything, but as soon as I'm in my truck my face seems over run by them? Since I'm sitting on the ramp in a long line of cars waiting for the 4 1/2 minute light rotation to get around to us, I grab the tweezers and go at it. I have no idea how long I sat there but I started hearing someone honking (multiple someone's, actually) and they're honking at ME! I peered under my visor and Wow! Empty road as far as my eyes can see. I toss my tweezers, waved an apology and hit the gas. I got to the light just as it turned yellow. I should have stopped. I KNOW I should have stopped. But in that split second of indecision the thought of sitting another 4 1/2 minutes at that light with people glaring and honking at me sunk in. I hit the gas. HARD. I feel fairly guilty that no one else behind me made it through the light, but that's life in the fast lane! I got to work on time, pretty much, anyway, so it's all good.