Oh wait..Have I mentioned that this kind of morning NEVER happens at Dysdhouse?
There is always SOMETHING with the tweens: I can't find my shoes!..Have you seen my hairbrush?! ~ Where's my lunchbox!? ~ Tell her to shuttup!! ~ NO! tell *him* to shut up! ~ Get off my coat! ~ My Strudel was in the toaster FIRST! ~ So what! You're hogging the toaster!
And then there are the mornings where BoyKing flat refuses to even put a sock on. Or wear those pants. Or that shirt.
there. is. always. something.
I am so giddy with the way the morning has turned out. On the drive home, I am so content that I start to tingle.
Wait.. tingle?! There it is again.. Distinct tingling. IN MY UPPER LIP. Oh For Jacksakes. A coldsore??!!
See...there had to be SOMETHING.