a very bright-eyed little boy who wants his breakfast and won't stop whining until he gets it!
a very bright-eyed little cat who wants her breakfast and won't stop pouncing me until she gets it!
Guilt.That and my cat. She kneads the bed. Next to my face.It costs me something to admit this, but the other thing that gets me out of bed is the compulsion to pour my husband's coffee in his thermos, scrape snow off his car (in the winter), or whatever it takes to get him out the door before 6:50 a.m. so that he doesn't miss his van pool to work (he works 30 min. away) and cost us extra gas money. I don't do it happily, though. One morning in winter I was cleaning his windshield in my pajamas in the pre-sunrise dark and he came out and said, "I owe you so much," and I hissed, "Get up five f**king minutes earlier and you wouldn't have to owe me f**king anything!!"
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