My Monday mornings are so outrageous that it's becoming a joke.I really do feel like I'm on some bizarre reality show sometimes.
Take this morning for example, I wondered why Craig had left a cup sat on the kitchen side but thought oh well and poured myself a coffee. About half-way through the cup I realized it tasted awful but carried on as I was too busy getting the kids fed and dressed and the dogs fed. When I fed the dogs I realised the cup we use to scoop out the food was missing from the food tub. Then I realized that I asked Craig to feed the dogs before he went to work. Then I realized why my coffee tasted so bad. Ack!