I woke up this morning with a feeling of impending doom in the air. After last night's frantic attempts to get the kettle to work and failing miserably, resorted to boiling pots of water on the stove in order to make a cup of tea. After much profanity and slamming of the spoon drawer I decided that rather than have a cup of froth, I'd go to bed. Falling asleep rather quickly and dreaming peacefully, I was then catapulted out of bed at 5am with the shrieking of the smoke alarm. Feeling my way downstairs with my eyes still glued shut, I discovered that all was well and myself and 'Fruit of the Loin' would be spared being BBQ'd. The smoke alarm had decided to act out her monthly PMT again and after much stabbing with the broomstick and failing, decided I would go back to bed. Shoving my head under the pilows to drown out the sound, I fell asleep.
6.15am I am then jolted awake by the phone alarm dancing merrily alongside the smoke alarm. Swearing again, I threw back the duvet and stumbled towards madam's room to get her up for school. Shuffling back into my room I fell face down onto the bed groaning. After much moaning to myself I then realised that I would have to get up and get breakfast and school lunch ready for madam. Being hit with the reality of the situation and the noise of the smoke alarm still ringing in my ears, I can only describe my vocal shriek as akin to a dinosaur.
Downstairs again and I'm now making the school lunch. Ham sandwich as always, day in, day out. Buttering bread I feel my head is inserted inside a giant marshmallow and I can't hear very well. Not only can I not hear much but also I can't think straight. I proceeded to climb the stairs with the lunch on a plate. After realising my mistake, breakfast was made and lunch was packed. Madam got ready for school and kissed me goodbye and I jumped back into bed.
I don't know about you, but these mornings are becoming more frequent in this house. Let's hope tomorrow morning they'll be no hover over the sink, scraping shit from a shoe
6.15am I am then jolted awake by the phone alarm dancing merrily alongside the smoke alarm. Swearing again, I threw back the duvet and stumbled towards madam's room to get her up for school. Shuffling back into my room I fell face down onto the bed groaning. After much moaning to myself I then realised that I would have to get up and get breakfast and school lunch ready for madam. Being hit with the reality of the situation and the noise of the smoke alarm still ringing in my ears, I can only describe my vocal shriek as akin to a dinosaur.
Downstairs again and I'm now making the school lunch. Ham sandwich as always, day in, day out. Buttering bread I feel my head is inserted inside a giant marshmallow and I can't hear very well. Not only can I not hear much but also I can't think straight. I proceeded to climb the stairs with the lunch on a plate. After realising my mistake, breakfast was made and lunch was packed. Madam got ready for school and kissed me goodbye and I jumped back into bed.
I don't know about you, but these mornings are becoming more frequent in this house. Let's hope tomorrow morning they'll be no hover over the sink, scraping shit from a shoe
