Oatmeal

This morning we had the typical wake up after snooze was hit three times, the cat came in yelling at me to open the curtains so she could properly stalk the ducks, geese, blue jays, and squirrels.  I rolled out of bed once I couldn't take it anymore, did the zombie walk to the living room to open the curtains, realized I couldn't breathe well, wondered how in the fuck could I be getting a cold on a week of 80 degree weather in Seattle (We just do not get a lot of these  warm and glorious days throughout the year! 

It isn’t fair.  



I contemplated stomping my feet and screaming, 
maybe throwing myself back in bed and sleeping more…and then I realized, “It’s probably just allergies and I am probably just being an asshole.  Good thing it’s just me and the cat that is awake.”)!!  



I went about my morning routine, peed, fed the cat, washed my face and made breakfast for The Kitten.  This morning, my routine changed a little as I woke up feeling like a lil piggy needing to eat everything in my kitchen but nothing sounded good.  I made myself some breakfast as well.  I usually wait until after I am up, showered and dressed for the day to eat for myself (I have to get myself ready for the day and presentable because The Kitten might lose her shit on me if I look embarrassing dropping her off for the day).  

I sat down to eat with The Kitten and all of a sudden, my first bite fell all over my shirt (I did get dressed while food was cooking, that was a brilliant idea!!).  If it had been a piece of scrambled egg, it would have been no big deal.  But it wasn't, it was ooey-gooey oatmeal….

My point of this whole ramble you may wonder?

I am PMS’ing, cramping, hangry, wearing  oatmeal  on my shirt, and I cant fuckin’ breathe!  

So…have a fuckin’ great day, Pumpkin!! 

I am going to work on not being an asshole today.  That’s all I can take on today.  It’s gonna be rough, but for fuck’s sake…I am in no mood to be toyed with by flying oatmeal and snot in my head!!