My Sunday morning didn't start off so good.
After the grandsons stayed up until 2 AM
the older ones decided to get up at 7:30.
What ever happened to sleeping in on Sunday?

So I warn them that if they awaken the beast
they will have to pay the rest of the day.
The beast meaning the 2 year old sweetheart
that lives up to the name if not enough sleep.

So after the third warning of doom and damnation,
I'm contemplating my revenge in the bathroom
while appeasing my spastic colon and developing headache,
when a loud den arose from the living room.

This in turn sets off a maddening, yelping frenzy
from the elderly, blind min-pin thus awakening the beast.
Oh great! Now my headache is full blown
and I'm ready to commit mayham on my decendants.

I come charging from the bathroom in a fullblown rage
cussing like the ex biker chick that I am,
and who do I find standing quietly in my living room?
My sons preacher father in law in his Sunday best.

OOPS!! "Good Morning Ray. How are you doing?"
What I wanted to say was "What are You doin' here?"
He replies "I'm sorry I woke the baby."
"No", I groaned, "The damn dog woke the baby."

He must have read my mind about what are you doin' here,
'Cause quietly he informs me he came to gather his grandchildren
and take them off to church and would I like to go too?
"No thank you. I think I'll pass this time" I croak.

So hurriedly he ushers them out of the door
while I stand there with my foot in my mouth.
Dog still barking, Beast still screaming
and I'm totally speechless.

So I shush the dog and gather up the baby to sooth his cries,
while I try to restore order to my Sunday morning.
I turn my eyes heavenly and say softly,
in the words of Larry the Cable Guy,

"Lord, I'm sorry for that. I know it was wrong.
I'll try to do better next time, OK? We Good?"

04/27/2009

Author's Note: I apologise to Kris and Johnny for the misuse of their song title. I'm sure they'd understand.

Posted on 04/27/2009
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