Mornings are, well a nightmare around here. Two girls, One bathroom, one or both ill as a hornet as soon as toes graze the carpet. One theatrical performance after another. Each worthy of a standing ovation.
My drama queens.
So… earlier this week
In an effort to wake up Thing 1
Much like waking a bear
Food laden belly
In the dead of a winter’s hibernation.
So on my third attempt to awaken Thing 1
Read as "Get out of bed this instant. I am not going to tell you again."
My sweet Thing 2 says:
“Oh Mom… I can do that for you. I know you are busy. I will get her up."
Isn’t it amazing?
She does hear me.
And sees I am overwhelmed.
In need of only a little cooperation.
I must really be pretty good at this,
This Mom thing.
Will probably get a call for a R E A L I T Y show.
So you can imagine my surprise when I hear?
Running up the stairs,
Spilling God's nectar
C O F F E E
I hear Thing 1
“I’m going to kill you!
MOM! MOM! MOM!
She is such a stupid jerk
I hate her
I reach Thing 1's bedroom
and see this:
Thing 2's, kind and gentle wake-up call
Is facilitated via a
she dug out of the old toy box.
Has positioned at her sister’s ear
To delicately nudge her from her slumber.
And Thing 2 is enjoying the hell out of it.