Mornings
Mornings at my house are similar to opening night at the circus. My mother, the extremely frazzled ring leader, trying to get all the performers in order. Me, the sleeping lion, not ready to begin the performance. And my brother, the noisy herd of elephants, getting their last hoorah in, destroying everything in their path and giving the ring master a headache.
Oh how i wish mornings at my house would go more smoothly, mostly for my mothers sake. I love her, but I hate when she blames things on me, simply because she has no one else to blame them on.
Especially when I'm the only person who is ever actively trying to help her...
but no matter- it's just the morning right. The day will be better.
Oh how i wish mornings at my house would go more smoothly, mostly for my mothers sake. I love her, but I hate when she blames things on me, simply because she has no one else to blame them on.
Especially when I'm the only person who is ever actively trying to help her...
but no matter- it's just the morning right. The day will be better.