Italian Roast

I feel the need to say I get up waaaaaay to early. It's 5:45 am, laundry is going, I am showered and it is no small miracle that I am dressed already. Someone once told me that I would get used to the early morning thing . Wrong again whoever you were. I have been getting up at 5 am for nearly a YEAR and still don't like it. Ok, moot point, I will make it a good morning if it kills me.

Yeah, it's pouring rain.

And... I had to retype those four words three times to get out all the spelling errors. 

We all have those mornings, you know, the ones that just go sideways for no apparent reason. They just do.

Coffee...where is my coffee??? Oh that's right, I didn't make any this morning.

I have a particularly special Ted for mornings like this, 

  

Bed Head Ted

Again, ignore the eraser marks because after all, he is a work in progress. And I have been lazy about finding an amazing photo editing software, if that is ever what I need. 

I don't know what I need, but when do I ever?   

Maybe I do know what I need. I need a sunny beach with the sound of the ocean lapping at the shore and the sound of my children playing happily in the sand. I need a sound effect here. No, not of the ocean, the sound of a car accident. You know, the metal-grinding, tire-squealing, explosion-sounding, from all the good action movies kind of sound effect. 

Because my children don't play together happily in the sand. Not even in my daydreams. My three year old is all bug-playing, gas-passing, sand castle-mashing BOY and my eight year old is all, well, eight year old GIRL. It isn't very pretty some days. I need a hero...

 

Super Hero Ted

"The job description never said anything about a speeding bullet."

It isn't what I had in mind, but I guess he will do. 

It's time to go wake the kids, and if I don't do it now my sideways morning will land on it's head. So with that I bid you a good morning. 

Happy Tuesday!