Hi. My Name Is Grumpy.

I'm one of Snow White's dwarfs today.

You, my beloved readers, by now know what type of morning I am accustomed to. Right? To recap: when I arise from my slumber, I head straight for the coffee pot and begin my breakfast. Once I have that in order, I search you out. I quietly begin to share my thoughts and feelings via my fingers on the computer keyboard. I visit each of you, poking my head around the corner to say, hi -good morning! The clock begins it's creeping and then I scramble, fully awake to dress for work. The key to a successful, satisfying morning like this is that I don't interact with anyone else during this delicate routine of mine. It does sound quite a bit selfish, I do admit, but I look forward to it every morning before I begin interacting with my family .


I've had to make some adjustments this morning. I find it very hard to adjust gracefully, immediately becoming mulish when my routine is altered by one sweet husband who has been up for awhile and full of conversation upon my arrival. I struggled to keep my few words kind and conversational when all I wanted was to be left alone. (This is MY time! I screamed inside.) Now, I'm having my time, but at an accelerated rate. (Let's wake up fast today!)

I know you're thinking: "It's Saturday honey, chill out!" But-- I have to work this morning and, um, need to be there in about 40 minutes. I'm going to make a mad dash now....

If you will excuse me....