I had one this morning at five am while sitting on the loo. I couldn't find the first piece of the toilet paper. I am very sorry to report that instead of dealing with the consequences of getting up and turning on the light, I fought with the roll until it won and I cried like a baby. And then I just ripped my nails across it until I had enough paper to do the job.
It's a quarter to eight and my morning already sucks. I can't see how staying awake and folding laundry is going to fix the day. Of course I can't see how blogging to absolutely no one is going to solve anything but at least one of us is laughing. (By that I mean my inner child who this morning sounds like Nelson from the Simpsons. I'm tempted to remind her that she was right there with me crying this morning.)
Ah well, going to get the dolls off to the daily penitentiary known as school.
Ta!
