Morning Hell

I am not a morning person.....period.  There is nothing like getting up and trying to overcome the nights sleepy daze and hearing your overly hyper-active child talking at a speed that is almost incomprehensible.  Not to mention that he is running around like a mad man, or even as if he were a chicken with it's head cut off.  I suppose that is just part of being a kid and I do love the little rascal more than words can express.....but no one said I had to LIKE the morning or any part of what happens during it.