Everyone who knows me knows that I am NOT a morning person.  Since discovering coffee about 8 years ago, mornings are better, but still - better not talk to me unless you're sure I have finished a cup already.  Today I was scheduled to have some routine bloodwork done (darn this getting older!) and so I wasn't allowed anything except water after midnight last night.  Not really a problem.  I can handle it.  If I wake up normal time about 7:30 and have to get myself and everyone ready and out the door by 8:45 to make it to the doctor's office, I can manage, sure.  Well, here is one of those days when I am convinced God must have been bored up there ------ I awoke about 5:30 to #5 crying, stumbled out of bed and poped her binky back in her mouth.  Stumbled back to bed, pulled the covers up and realized through my sleepy fog that AF had arrived a day early!  Jumped out of bed as quietly as I could manage, stumbled to the bathroom and well ladies, you know the drill.  First day is never any good and here I was not awake, having to get in the shower and then get dressed all before 6am and no hope of coffee in my immediate future.  AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let's just say I am not in the most pleasant of moods today and leave it at that.  LOL  I'm off to drop #3 at a class and swing through MickyD's for an iced coffee - sweet nirvana!