Every morning, the entire Faroohk clan runs around like decapitated chickens. Of course I myself manage to keep a cool head for a little while, but eventually my irritation with their chickenheadedness makes me lose it too.
We start out with wakeup time. All of us are poor waker-uppers, myself included. But I can force myself out of bed. You know what it's like dragging a stubborn, tired 7 year old out of bed? Hard. I literally am DRAGGING him because he will not move. He just goes limp.
I even remind him he's so tired because he stays up so damn late playing in his room. You think anyone listens to me? Fuck no. "I can stay up as late as I Want to and I'm never tired!"
Even once we get him upstairs slightly awake, he still becomes a quadroplegic for the next half hour. Once he's cured of the quadroplegia, he becomes mentally retarded. Told him to get his shoes on this morning, he goes downstairs to get him, then we don't see him again. Finally figure out he's not back yet, go check on him. "I couldn't find them." He says with an obnoxiously blank stare. Jesus fucking christ.
On to the mrs. "Hey hun, where's my clothes? You know, the ones I bought Friday, then dumped in the middle of the living room floor? Yeah, the ones I bought right before we had a triple sleepover. Have you seen them?" FUCK NO I HAVE NOT SEEN THEM!
And then it's just more questions....
"Where's my shoes?" "Probably right where you took them off!"
"Where's my keys?" "They should be in your purse like I reminded you fifty times last night."
"Where's my backpack?" "Right where you dropped it last night!"
"Where's my homework?" "Should be in your backpack like I told you fifty times last night. NMP."
I SHOULD get proactive, and just start having everyone's shit ready for them in the morning. But I get the sinking suspicious that if they happened, we'd all just sleep a half hour longer, still forget where everything was, and it'd be an even bigger fuckery.
I HATE MORNINGS!
We start out with wakeup time. All of us are poor waker-uppers, myself included. But I can force myself out of bed. You know what it's like dragging a stubborn, tired 7 year old out of bed? Hard. I literally am DRAGGING him because he will not move. He just goes limp.
I even remind him he's so tired because he stays up so damn late playing in his room. You think anyone listens to me? Fuck no. "I can stay up as late as I Want to and I'm never tired!"
Even once we get him upstairs slightly awake, he still becomes a quadroplegic for the next half hour. Once he's cured of the quadroplegia, he becomes mentally retarded. Told him to get his shoes on this morning, he goes downstairs to get him, then we don't see him again. Finally figure out he's not back yet, go check on him. "I couldn't find them." He says with an obnoxiously blank stare. Jesus fucking christ.
On to the mrs. "Hey hun, where's my clothes? You know, the ones I bought Friday, then dumped in the middle of the living room floor? Yeah, the ones I bought right before we had a triple sleepover. Have you seen them?" FUCK NO I HAVE NOT SEEN THEM!
And then it's just more questions....
"Where's my shoes?" "Probably right where you took them off!"
"Where's my keys?" "They should be in your purse like I reminded you fifty times last night."
"Where's my backpack?" "Right where you dropped it last night!"
"Where's my homework?" "Should be in your backpack like I told you fifty times last night. NMP."
I SHOULD get proactive, and just start having everyone's shit ready for them in the morning. But I get the sinking suspicious that if they happened, we'd all just sleep a half hour longer, still forget where everything was, and it'd be an even bigger fuckery.
I HATE MORNINGS!
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