Don't talk to me

Gary is a morning person. Jennifer, def. not. That became apparent this am as we all hauled out of bed at 6:30 am so Jennifer could make it to volleyball camp. Gary was happily chattering away, while Jennifer was is moody silence, as she collected her stuff, straightened her hair (don't ask) and looked for her purse (we later found that in the trunk).

After she finally drove the car off to camp - yes I gave it to her for a day - Gary remarked how grumpy she was.

Yes, she is. Just interact as little as possible before 11 am, and you'll do fine.

Morning checklist

Which was actually stolen, okay borrowed, from another blog I love. (can't decide what the name of the blog is, but I think it's "mommy needs a latte" or it might be from stage dives to station wagons)

My checklist, unlike hers, doesn't have 2 boys and chickens involved, but it does have a grumpy teenage daughter and 3 cats, one needy ocd dog and a lizard involved. And a hubby who can't seem to find his belt (s) to save his life.