I am NOT a morning person. I mean, I would rather let Mike Tyson punch me in the face than be up early in the morning. I don't sleep much as it is. When I finally do get to sleep, my little four foot tall walking talking alarm clock goes off. It's like a bullhorn going off right next to your ear too.
Kamden suffers from SHORT MAN syndrome. He talks loudly when it's quiet. When it's loud...he
Kamden is also ADHD as most of you know. So...add to that a sleep deprived, morning hating, OSCAR THE GROUCH ain't got nothin' on me Mommy with ADD to the mix and it's a recipe for
Our mornings typically consist of the following things:
Screaming and Yelling
Scavenger Hunts for shoes, backpacks, school planners, homework, shoes, shoes, shoes.
Copious amounts of caffeine for Mommy.
This morning? The child couldn't find his shoes, couldn't find his Friday folder, couldn't find his planner, put on the same clothes he wore yesterday after getting a shower, only gets to eat today because his brother was sweet enough to put his lunch in his backpack after Kamden left it on his bed while searching for said items he was scavenging for. Finally, when he was headed out the door, minus one Friday Folder, he starts walking to the neighbors house for his ride. Oh, did I mention she was sitting in the driveway? Kooper is steady yelling "Kamden, Kamden, Kamden!" He just keeps walking. I chime in and he finally notices.
So....do you see? I am being punished for something. I'm pretty sure it was my former life. Otherwise I would have been blessed with patience. I have none.
What were you in a former life? (If you were a butterfly or a fairy or a unicorn or something really cool, I don't want to know.)
Happy Friday...I am off to cook all day. Granny's turning 86 today and I am making dinner for the whole famn damily.