Is this a coffee drinkers thing?  I don’t like the stuff, so it’s not needed to get me around and moving in the morning.

My husband, the wonderful man that he is, is not a morning person.  Most mornings he gets up at 5am, an hour before the rest of us, just to be alone for a while.

This morning he wanted to take our daughter to the dentist, so he took off work.  He likes doing stuff like that with the kids, yes, he’s a strange, strange man.  When she was just a newborn, he used to accuse me of “hogging the baby” while I was nursing her.  She’s his only child, maybe that’s why.  He didn’t come into the picture until my son was 6, so he missed those years for him.

Anyway, her dentist appointment wasn’t until 9:30am this morning, so when I got up at 6am, I gently shook him and asked him what time he wanted up.  He growled at me that he had set his own alarm for 8:30.

8:30 to be ready to leave at 9?  That’ seems a bit late, I commented, for the guy who has to get up 2 hours before he has to leave for work, and then headed to the bathroom to get dressed.  A few minutes later I hear the back door slam and the dogs barking.  So I go to investigate.

He had gotten up and was trying to get the dogs leashed, before he ever had his coffee.  This is incredible, amazing even, and totally unlike him.  Usually when we get up at the same time, I take the dogs out while he stands staring at the coffee maker, silently willing it to work faster.

So being the nice wife that I am, I made his coffee for him while he walked the dogs.

I think that’s where it went wrong. I should have never let him deal with the dogs first thing in the morning.  He never has to and they’re very hyper in the mornings.  Usually they stay in their kennels until I get up.

After he brings the dogs in, he grabbed our JRT and re leashed him.  I simply asked what he was doing.  He nearly bit my head off.  He hasn’t gone yet!  My hubby growls at me.  And at this point I’m proud of myself.  For once I managed to hold my tongue and not remind him that it always takes that particular dog a long time to go in cheap drugs no prescription the morning.  Instead I went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

After forcing the dog to do the deed, he finally came in and got his life sustaining coffee and headed for the family room.

Not 30 seconds later, I hear screaming, both my husband and my daughter.  Apparently, she had “found him” and jumped up on his lap, spilling his coffee all over himself, the couch and the floor.  What a mess!

By the best cialis prices time we finally got the coffee cleaned up, I was ready to strangle him.  He is so unpleasant in the mornings, but I never see that side of him, because normally by the time I get up, an hour after him, he’s back to being the ‘wonderful’ guy that I’m used to.

If this is what coffee withdrawal does to normally nice people, I’m glad I never got hooked.