Wakey, wakey! It’s time to get up! You’ve got places to go! People to see!
Ugh. Gaw. Don’t you hate being woken up?!?
I mean, I get it… the whole places to go and people to see thing. But, seriously, unless you’re 10 years old or the house is on fire, it just feels so undignified.
So, you know, I’m not personally that into being woken up. And when it happens, my responses isn’t really a puppies and rainbows one. It’s more like a hungry javelina and poison sumac type of response.
I’m working on it, I really am. But for now… poison sumac.
Which is why, when I’m not being woken up, I have to dedicate a little bit of thoughtful consideration of that person who is chiefly responsible for waking me up, my poor, poison-sumac covered husband, A.
Today, I’m preparing him breakfast. After he woke me up and I got poison sumac all over him. We have a lot of quesadillas to make.