Back to Life...Back to Reality

Cuddling with a sheep doesn't help

I woke up at 7:30AM, again, this morning and I was so annoyed at myself. I mean seriously, me waking up at 7:30AM? "C'mon Maricris, you don't wake up this early. What is wrong with you?!" See these are one of those moments when I get so annoyed I start acting like a weirdo schizophrenic pyscho arguing with myself while trying to go back to sleep! You know what I'm saying, right?

Ok here is why I'm so annoyed. First, I have NO reason to be waking up this early, anymore. I'm a night owl for crying out loud! Stay up late, wake up early, bad combo! AND Type A conference is over, I have nowhere to go important and I NEED to catch up on SLEEP so bad. It isn't too much to ask, is it?

But no, If I was in an obedience class I would have proven everyone wrong. I train pretty well. Who said you can't teach old dogs new tricks? Ok I'm NOT THAT old. "Yeah Maricris, but you're a bad puppy! Go back to sleep!" Nope. Sleep escaped and went to Timbuktu long time ago.

So here I'm. "Happily" entertaining, naaaaah!, my stoopid, lazy dishes who won't wash themselves up, while I'm crankily mouthing, "back to life...back to reality...."

My reality...better than reality TV

Ah crazy missin' my pretty ladies at Type A. I wish conference go on forever. Well, just the good ones though. Don't you wish?

But I should tell you I had SO MUCH FUN at the Mom Market and can't wait to tell you all about it. Got awesome pictures shared by those who are now proud owners of my creations too.

So stoked.

I should be.

So grateful.

I should be.

But now...back to reality. Dishes waiting for me... me, not happy.

I should be.