Mornings

Normally, I like mornings. No really, I do. They are quiet and peaceful. Cooler than midday and not as bright. I work well when I first wake up and above all else I am usually alone.

Well this morning was not like most mornings. I woke up with bright sunlight shining right on my face, then I was surrounded by small children (one of whom still only communicates by screaming), and it was a little *too* cool. The heat was off at night and my shampoo turned into a very, very thick gel. Not to mention it was still ice cold going into my hair because I was too impatient to wait for it to warm. I couldn't even get my face wash out of the tube, it was so stiff. Then, to top it all off, I opened my deodorant and watched as it went sailing through a perfect ark before shattering on the floor. It never occurred to me that deodorant could shatter. /facepalm

And pita bread. I thought "Oh! It's flat. It doesn't need to rise, I can make it quick and then go to sleep early." Yeah... I'm still waiting. But the dough did feel amazingly silky and it was fun to knead.