Sunday, January 15, 2012

Panic Attack

This morning when my eyes popped open, red glowing numbers from the alarm clock read, 7:20 A.M. I threw back the covers and frantically rushed around the room moaning "Noooooo, oh noooooo....." Tim sat up in bed, and said "What are you doing?" I was in a panic and as I rushed to the dresser trying to find my socks in the dark, I spit out a, "Ioversleptandnowthekidswillbehereanyminuteandihavetogetdressed
andwashmyfaceandcombmyhairandgetbreakfastready..." Tim laid back down and said, "Go back to bed. It's Sunday."