Faking it.

Fully an hour before I was comitted to rising out of my bed this morning, those adorable little peepers that sit outside my window in a nearby tree began singing what I'm sure they believed to be a cheerful song. Paying homage to the rising sun was not on my "to-do" list today however, and I'll admit to feeling just a bit cranky when I rolled over in bed awakened by the sound of these happy little birdies. I checked the clock and realized I had only 15 minutes before JP would walk in the door from a long night at work. So I tossed and turned, trying to stay warm under the thin blanket and sheet we've adopted as bedcovers ever since we realized we could no longer live with the bedspread which would never stay in place, straighten nicely, or even pretend to look good. My mind immediately went to various topics of grumpiness, none of which are very important, certainly nothing to literally lose sleep over. I heard JP walk in the door, and maybe he just makes me happy, I don't know, but I decided to put my grumpy self under the covers and wait until I was certain he was standing at the side of the bed. Then just before he tried to ever so quietly sneak into bed without waking me, I popped up and yelled "Surprise!" (wearing mismatched flannel pajamas and yesterday's make-up smudged around my eyes...) Needless to say that drew a few laughs. I pretended to be in a good mood for a few minutes longer and before I knew it I WAS in a good mood! I'm still tired, I'm still thinking about going back to bed, but at least I am no longer feeling homicidal towards any of God's precious pigeons. (or quail, or dove, or whatever else ridiculously happy and loud bird is out there in that tree.)