Beep..Beep..Beep..
Okay..The alarm just went off and I wish I threw it out the window..gruhhh..I don't care,I'm going to sleep some more.Oh..There's my dear husband trying to wake me up..uhhh..I wish I could throw him out the window too..I pulled the blanket some more and went back to sleep.
Oh no..The person inside my head starts screaming..'You're late!You're late!You're late!'...As I was yelling at myself inside my head,just then I realized I had put too much milk for the oatmeal,breakfast for my husband,for it was a soupy mistake.I explained what had happened,just like a six year old trying to explain a broken toy,to my husband.'I..ummm..ummm...I don't know!the milk was too much in the oatmeal'
'I know there is too much milk..I'm asking why?'
'Ummm..I don't know..when I added,it was not too much..I don't understand!!'
He gave up.
'Next time,please be careful..okay!'
Probably till next monday morning,I thought to myself.
Then I went on a man hunt to find my younger one,who went missing, when I said, time to get ready for school.Now my rather grumpy, lazy mood ,was gaining momentum into a category 5,hazardous hurricane,just taking up everything on my way.Try dragging a screaming 3 year old pre-schooler into the bathroom and give him a bath.You can launch a rocket into space more easily.Then comes the chasing game,where I usually chase him around the house,trying to get him into his clothes. Finally,got him into the car.
Once,we got to his pre school,he changed his mind.He wanted to go back home.Then I started walking(no,dragging) him to his classroom,with his hands wrapped around my legs.Finally,I just gave his teacher,the little bundle of joy, to work with and drove my way back home.
On my way back home,I thought to myself,God I hate monday mornings.Probably,more so,because we get used to doing nothing on weekends.Around 5 pm every sunday night ,I can see signs for a crappy monday morning around me.Dull and boring,seen a thousand times movies or psycho serials on TV,kids gazing at their books,a sad faced husband ,fretting the loads of work at the office, me,already thinking about the next friday to come and a freaking silence on the roads..may be everyone is scared too,I guess.When will the madness end?
DAMN YOU MONDAY MORNING!!!
Okay..The alarm just went off and I wish I threw it out the window..gruhhh..I don't care,I'm going to sleep some more.Oh..There's my dear husband trying to wake me up..uhhh..I wish I could throw him out the window too..I pulled the blanket some more and went back to sleep.
Oh no..The person inside my head starts screaming..'You're late!You're late!You're late!'...As I was yelling at myself inside my head,just then I realized I had put too much milk for the oatmeal,breakfast for my husband,for it was a soupy mistake.I explained what had happened,just like a six year old trying to explain a broken toy,to my husband.'I..ummm..ummm...I don't know!the milk was too much in the oatmeal'
'I know there is too much milk..I'm asking why?'
'Ummm..I don't know..when I added,it was not too much..I don't understand!!'
He gave up.
'Next time,please be careful..okay!'
Probably till next monday morning,I thought to myself.
Then I went on a man hunt to find my younger one,who went missing, when I said, time to get ready for school.Now my rather grumpy, lazy mood ,was gaining momentum into a category 5,hazardous hurricane,just taking up everything on my way.Try dragging a screaming 3 year old pre-schooler into the bathroom and give him a bath.You can launch a rocket into space more easily.Then comes the chasing game,where I usually chase him around the house,trying to get him into his clothes. Finally,got him into the car.
Once,we got to his pre school,he changed his mind.He wanted to go back home.Then I started walking(no,dragging) him to his classroom,with his hands wrapped around my legs.Finally,I just gave his teacher,the little bundle of joy, to work with and drove my way back home.
On my way back home,I thought to myself,God I hate monday mornings.Probably,more so,because we get used to doing nothing on weekends.Around 5 pm every sunday night ,I can see signs for a crappy monday morning around me.Dull and boring,seen a thousand times movies or psycho serials on TV,kids gazing at their books,a sad faced husband ,fretting the loads of work at the office, me,already thinking about the next friday to come and a freaking silence on the roads..may be everyone is scared too,I guess.When will the madness end?
DAMN YOU MONDAY MORNING!!!
