Every morning, I'm in bed, and the sound of my grandma wakes me. So i'm already at a bad start. Anyway, she wakes me up for something stupid like: did i take a shower, or what did i ask her last night? So I try to answer everything, i'm 75% sleep, so it's not easy, but i try. By the time she has gotten the answers she so desperately needed, i'm fully awake, and can't get back to sleep.
After half an hour of trying to force myself back to sleep, it's time to wake up. Believe me when i tell you 3 half asleep kids is way harder to control then you think. They wake up, and for some reason come to me and bother me, or as they like to call it, "saying good morning." Once I've battled with them for 20 minutes, we all realize that we're running late. So my grandma, the one one i love oh so much(i said laughing in my head), starts to freak out.
We all rush to do all we're supposed to, and
