Monday hijinks

Is "upright and moving" good enough for Monday hijinks? Asking for a friend.

It's good of me to call myself my friend, isn't it?

Anyhow, this morning had me googling when the time change happens (November 5, FYI) so I can get up in the morning with a reasonable degree of awareness. I keep attempting to pry myself from the sheets early so I can leisurely ready myself for work and do my makeup and drive to work in a calm and orderly manner, only to hit the snooze an unbearable number of times, throw myself into clothes, make sure my makeup from YESTERDAY isn't too smeared and off I go. The one good thing about me being too lazy to wash my face on a Sunday night.

But I'm up and moving and relatively productive this morning and I'm ready to face the day. I'm two hours late for facing the day but hey! Better late than never! Honestly, I was on time but my brain is still catching up. Hence this rambling stream of consciousness blathering I'm going on with.

So what to talk about? I stayed up late hoping to see the Indians come back to sweep the Yankees, but it didn't happen. I've been watching Veronica Mars whenever I have a few minutes to myself. Listening to Tower of Dawn by Sarah J. Maas - I was disappointed that she decided to follow a different story arc but man, still SO GOOD. Taking walks with Louie whenever I need out of the house.

Do your kids drive you up the wall? S fancies himself funny. He is not funny. He's loud and repeats his punchlines eleven times and makes a million Vine videos about eating a shoe that might or might not be meatloaf. He's affected this barking laugh that is not him but has become his new favorite thing to do and OMG I'm going to die from noise pollution. H is not quite as obnoxious, but I think he's getting there ... that age of 8-10 holy sweet baby Jesus.

So I spend a lot of time with my headphones on, is what I'm saying. Or barking at children to stop talking, FTLOG. I feel like a terrible parent. This is surviving, right?