I turn the kettle on, walk off to the bathroom and try to hit the hole while my eyes are only half open. I next, make my way back to the kettle, make a coffee. I pick up said coffee and waunder to my computer desk, sit down in front of my computer, enter the password, (incorrect) because I'm often still fuzzy eyed, and fuzzy brained, so incorrect has been the perfect password, it's easy to remember!
That is my morning ritual, yet there is always someone who thinks they need to disrupt that sacred ritual with idiotic questions. That someone is my wife most times, and if she reads this, once again I will be on her "shit list". Not the first time, and I'm certain it won't be the last time. I don't mind the sirens blaring outside, the car ms going off, or even the friggin birds chirping away, although I have no idea what the fuck they are chirping away at 5:30 in the morning. These are all regular happenings, which I know I have no control.
This morning silence thing has been been on going since I was a little babe! Below is the first pic of me taking questions when I have just gotten up!
You can see my intense "interest"
Today was one of those days that my wife thought I might want to have a conversation about absolutely nothing of importance when I first fell out of my nest at 5:30 am. She isn't a mind reader, that's for sure, if she was, I would have awoken to silence!
I just may have rolled over and went back to sleep for awhile, but her insistance on conversation killed the moment. The irony of all this is, after we both got up, and she had a coffee, which was made by me, she decided she wasn't rested enough, and crawled her ass back to bed.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm sitting here enjoying the silence, but for some reason, her going back to bed, and me awake, has left me feeling ripped off, in some odd way!
This is me at the moment, not giving a dayum!
Have a great day!