Good Morning

It's my morning quiet time. Andrew is in the kitchen playing with his trains with the ever inevitable train whistles. I really think that a lot of it is to get attention. But whatever he seems happy, while the rest of the crew goes nerves jangled.

Wade is finally stirring with the help of Maggie and I guess me. I coughed and Andrew took that as a signal to open our bedroom door and ask if I was ok.

My nose was itching and I guess I was doing the old allergic salute. Andrew wanted to know if my nose was running. I told him no and ask if his was running. I then told him if it was he'd better go catch it. Old joke, I know. I told him to go ask his Mother if her nose was running, he missed the punch line and all I got was about "What?" look. It entertained me.

I had a good ole door slamming temper tantrum yesterday. I got everyone's pants in a wad, forgive the expression. I refused to discuss it and everyone scattered to get out of Mama's way. I won't get into the why, just built up frustration over things I can't change. However, I got over it faster than everyone else. I slam doors, then I'm for the most part done. That is if folks would not keep prodding me. Anyway I got to mend fences today, I guess or not.