My eyes, my eyes!

This morning started out like any other. Alarm sounding at the freakin' crack of dawn, stagger out of bed and into the shower, ahhhh! Then it's brush, fluff and dress. Although, I admit, not much fluffing going on here. I'm the original "wash -n- go girl." Now, it's down the hall and time to harass the kids. Throw on the lights and twist open the blinds. Oh, the pleasure of torture. Usually, it takes more than one trip to get the necessary response, out of bed. So, I tip to the kitchen for my much needed eye opener, the BEAN! Yes, the java in this joint is a must. If I miss, it's like walking outside the house naked. However, much to Honey's despair, it wouldn't be the first time. Poor thing, the trauma he must endure.

Before I realize it, Mina is up and half dressed. Michael? Another story. I hear movement but he is yet to rise, much less shine. Then I hear, "MOMMY, my eyes, my eyes!" I'm bellowing from the kitchen, "What, what, WHAT is wrong with your eyes?" He barks back, "My eyes, they're blind." I crack up, as I stand there in front of my coffee maker with mug in hand. (come on baby, come to Momma.) I head down the hall and tell him, "Your eyes aren't blind, just rub them a little and they'll be better." He tells me, "I did rub them and they're STILL blind." Well, my coffee is NOW ready and I just don't have time for all this. I tell him when he hits a wall because his eyes are blind, I'll come see him, but until then get dressed and get into the kitchen.

Needless to say, there were no collisions with the wall and he even made it through breakfast. A miracle I tell ya, a miracle.

Ugh, ya just gotta love the mornings.



"An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind."

-Mahatma Gandhi

*See Marel, I need counseling!