I Hate Mornings!
I was awakened at 6am this morning to the shrieks of my 9 year old screaming "MOM!!!" After trying to roll over and ignore him for 5 minutes, I decided I should get up and see what the catastrophe was this time before my son woke my daughter.
I walk into my son's room and he's lying under the blankets with that look on his face that means I'm in for another morning of hell.
I say, "What's the problem B.?"
He screams, because God forbid we use a normal tone of voice after waking mom up at 6am, "I have no clean pants!"
Now I know that's simply not possible, as I am "Super" mom after all. So, I find him a clean pair of pants and nicely ask him to stop shouting now.
As soon as I lay back down, the shrieking starts again. Now, my blood pressure has sky rocketed so high, I think my head is going to explode.
I enter his room and once again ask, as calmly as possible, "NOW what's the problem B.?"
And he replies, "My pants are too cold!"
Ugh! You have got to be kidding me. I tell him he's being ridiculous and just put the pants on already. Of course, this goes on for another 15 minutes or so before I finally take the pants and put them in the dryer for 10 minutes so they will be warm enough for my stick child, who is really, really lucky they finally started making adjustable waist bands, to wear.
He comes downstairs, without so much as uttering a "Thanks mom" and asks for breakfast. I make him a bagel, he sits down to eat it 10 minutes later because he was too busy trying to catch a Pokemon on his Nintendo or some other such nonsense and he says,
"This bagel is too cold. I don't want it anymore."
Like I said, I hate mornings!!
