I got home last night to realize that a crime had been committed in my house. Well, really not my house, Norman Betta’s house, his actual house. Stolen! Upon further investigation I found a whole school of fish swimming around in another tank and inside that tank was Norman Betta’s house!
I knew the people in this house were jealous of my relationship with Norman Betta, but now I am starting to wonder who really is the psycho one?
I give up! I am hibernating. I am taking to my bed!
The television plays in the background, the morning news. Justin Bieber speeding through his short lived career. Enough already! I am a firm Belieber in changing the channel.
Burt and Ernie will soon be seen jumping rope, and Cookie Monster can only have one cookie a week. C is for crazy! Done reading the paper.
Son is texting me from a sleep over, negotiating time to be picked up. Texted him back and told him to text his dad. I have taken to the bed! He just texted me to pick him up at 10:30? Nobody listens to me in this household! I forwarded his text to hubby.
I have taken to the bed, or at least I am trying to! Just give me one peaceful day!
Why is my daughter not responding to my text of wanting a hot cup of tea brought to me in bed?
The dogs are looking at me, wondering what we are going to do. With grim despair I realize I will not be taking to my bed today. I put on my onesie, yes a one piece sweatsuit, and travel down to the kitchen to make my own tea where the children laugh at my outfit and proclaim me lazy?