Morning Bitch

Muleman wakes up HAPPY! (this is not a bitch, it’s a good thing—for him, for me too.. sometimes)

I do not.

BUT he’s up and ready for action. Lots of get up and go!

I am not.

He was kind enough to let me “sleep,” this morning, but did his EXERCISES on the bed… you know, like sit-ups and push-ups and stuff that wiggles the not much larger than a single bed. All along he loudly does his “circular breathing” which sounds like he’s hyperventilating to me. AND, he left the overhead light on! Grrrrr.

I wake up slowly and am happy when no one invades my space for a while… say an hour, say a day. (Cept the dog, the dog doesn’t count.) I need to lie in bed transitioning into waking state, or get up and be quietly by myself for a while.

Didn’t happen that way this morning.

I buried my head under the cover to hide the light and plugged my ears with the pillow.. nice try.

The next thing Muleman did was get out his drill and start DRILLING whatever.

Oh the NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!

And in case you didn’t know, WE ARE LIVING IN A SPACE THE SIZE OF A WALK-IN CLOSET!

Am I grumpy? Guess.