I think I've finally figured out why I'm always so exhausted when I wake up in the mornings (even when I get enough hours) because I got up in the middle of the night (to go to the bathroom) a couple of weeks ago and realized I was half awake from the non-stop laborious dreams I'd been right in the middle of. And the next day, after more thought, I remembered that wasn't the first time this had happened.
So it is now my unprofessional opinion that the cause of my feeling-like-manure-warmed-over every single morning of my life is due to the fact that I work like an indentured servant all night long in my sleep. I'm going with it. And apparently that youngest boy of mine must have the same issue because oh.my.sweet.mercy. the mornings are taking a toll. I have never hated that 7:30 tardy bell more. WHY?! Why must an elementary school start at 7:30 A.M?!!!!
I've been feeling a little like Grumpy Cat all week. I'm almost embarrassed to admit this but yesterday afternoon, I got on Pinterest, typed Grumpy Cat in the search bar and laughed like I haven't laughed in I don't know when. It was me and Grumpy Cat. Party of two. Whooping it up. I love that cat like I loved Garfield back in the day.
I can't help it. He just cracks me up.
He said it. Not me.
(I only laughed)
I may or may not have felt this way a time or two lately.
Not that's funny right there. I don't care who you are.
This one reminds me of that youngest boy
(I won't mention any names)
Ok, I'm really not this crotchety. All the time. But tell me you didn't laugh (or at least crack a smile), just a little?
Hope you have a great weekend!
And may you not feel the need to open up a can of Grumpy Cat on somebody today.
But just in case...
Don't look at me. He said it.