Mondays...

Start too early in the week - and this one earlier still. Hate those early morning wake ups especially when my twisty brain never really takes the night off... you know those nights - you're pretty sure you slept but in the front of your brain it kept going and you feel like you laid there for 15 minutes then the alarm went off...

So to work, yeah... same pile of poo, moving it from one place to another.

Monday morning staff meeting was mostly uneventful - some shots across the bow from the southern contingent - they want the file name, line number and error noted for them in a 14 point font in flashing fuchsia so its easier to find. Kiss my grits boys - here is the file and the line number - you figure it out - and here is the link the report we generated that started this discussion. Open the freaking file and read it! Because if I have to travel down there and spoon feed you this information it ain't going down smooth skippy.

Ahem. Where was I?

I have to relate this story to you all, another example of how we gals must stand in front of the large box with the picture and blinky lights - (The TV) We must stand there long enough for the male brain to register that something is different - (you're standing in front it) THEN and only then when direct eye contact has been made between you and said male can you effectively convey your message. Because if you don't follow those specific steps - you will end up with "Hey!--- HEY! did you give the dog her pill? Did you let them out?"

Those questions will be put to you TWO HOURS after you've gone to bed, and then your husband decides to come to bed. You-- are sound asleep when the shouting and the talking start and you roll over into a blinding light and try in vain to put meaning to the jumbled mess of words he is blathering at you because he couldn't be bothered to listen when you went to bed, because you HAD TO GET UP EARLY - that you had not given the dog her pill and you ALWAYS let the dogs out before you go to bed because most nights they go to bed with you!

Yes, you have surmised the story correctly, I went to bed early as I had to get up at 4:45 AM and Bubba did not - so yes, 2 hours later he comes up, I was finally fully asleep then I was greeted with "HEY!" To which I mumbled something along the lines of "yes I said that 2 hours ago - good night...." and never you mind what the .... was.. it was mumbled and not very nice - trust me.

This morning - as I was up and moving at the promised 4:45 AM I made sure Bubba knew the important information I stood in front of his face, (couldn't get Shelby to lick him though) and spoke loudly, clearly and with full knowledge that I woke him out of a dead sleep. "Dogs have been fed, Shelby needs her pill - see you tonight -" Mumbled butthead on my way down the stairs. And I held off 'accidentally' hitting the doorbell - again.

Don't mess with us boys - and those precious few hours of sleep - he's lucky he doesn't have a limp he has to explain away in an interview.

And yes Bubba has an interview today... cross your fingers boys and girls..

On a final note, went bowling with the Rainbow girls yesterday and PITA Dad 2 was there, there is PITA Dad 1, his daughter joined first so he got the one. Any who... PITA Dad arrived late due the the fact he couldn't find his bowing ball and shoes, he belonged to 2 leagues and had great shoes and bla bla bla.... now the girls are bowling they are having a good time, no worries. Dad arrives and starts giving advice - the girls roll their eyes and of course he's shouting all this "good" advice about the din of the bowling alley. I got tired of hearing it - and he's not related to me!

And when we (the grown ups) got to bowl the second game Mr. I belonged to 2 leagues (or 3 depending upon to whom he was telling the tale) bowled ZERO in the first two frames - and got beat by ME! I haven't bowled in 2 years! Ok Mr. 200 plus average sure... sit down shut up and let the kids have a good time... yeesh. I like the kids - the adults can stay the heck home.

Off to enjoy more quality time with the girls - then with the hubby. Oh and did I mention I have to get up early again tomorrow? Perhaps I'll leave Bubba a note - signed with a threat of waking for stupid questions. I'll refrain from stapling it to his forehead. Not that I'm holding a grudge or anything..