the nurse was loud

I woke up this morning in a fairly good mood. It's common for me to be woken up fairly early by my little shiatsus, this morning I was ready to get up when they were. I went downstairs to get breakfast and to smoke. Being up early is nice for me, it's quiet, the demands of the day have not yet woken up and my brain is still in an easy sleepy state. I like trying to keep this sleep haze alive in my brain as long as possible in the mornings, it's when I'm most focused and able to get things done, like write this blog. I grabbed an orange cranberry bagel and tossed it in the toaster, after I buttered both sides. I went out side to have my smoke and to read my jesus calling book, toke.  When I came back in to the smell of freshly toasted bagels and beautiful silence. I looked over at the clock and it was 6:28, thinking to myself that's when mom get's off work. I hurredly reach into the fridge and grab the cream cheese, using some patience and tricky maneuvering I manage to get the very last bit of cream cheese out of the tub, I toss it. This looks like it's going to be good I think to myself as I take a bite. The bread is a little chewy but the butter and cream cheese make it taste fantastic. I set it down and go to grab myself a glass of grape juice on ice with a bendy straw.

Right then my mom bursts through the garage door, still pumped up and hyper from being at work, most likely caffeinated. It was like carrot top ran into the middle of monks who were meditating and asked them if they wanted to see his see-saw.  or if the pope suddenly turned into satan on live television, it was that kind of shocking. Like a car alarm when your trying to get to sleep, it's just enough to rub your ears and your sense of peace the wrong way. She kept talking and rambling on about her work day, and normally I would listen and her and I would talk but this morning I was definitly needing quiet time. I'm listening and doing the dishes at the same time, then while out of the corner of my eye she's eating my bagel I think maybe she'll just have a bite. Then she goes over behind me and grabs a chicken wing from off the stove, not mine, cold and munches that. Then she says I look sad, and I tell her that I'm kinda having quiet time. She's like 'oh I'm sorry, now I feel bad etc etc" I Just said that it's ok, no big deal.I just like getting up early to have silence. I like peace and quiet to worship and let my thoughts gather.

So anyways I turn around after she goes upstairs probably to her office, and I can't find my half of the bagel anywhere, she must have eaten the whole thing. That means I'm stuck with a bagel with no more cream cheese.

That's what really started this whole blog, when I turned around and saw that she ate my whole bagel, with the cream cheese I worked so hard to get, and it was the last of it. When enough of those little things pile up together all at once it's just comical. After all that you didn't get to eat it?! That's crazy. I know. I'm hungry now.