Here I am lying in my bed thinking it’s almost time to wake the twins for school. I can hear my husband in the kitchen banging dishes around as he is getting ready for work. David storms into my room and flicks on the light, He is complaining about something as usual. i have learned to ignore his ranting and raving because I am tired of all his negativity. I just nod my head pretending to listen then he asks me for gas money. I tell him he can have the cash that is on my dresser. David takes the $20 then rushes down the stairs and out the door to work.

      I get up and head to my son’s room, after I wake him I enter into my daughters room and get her up. I walk downstairs and enter the kitchen as I think of what I can do for my day off 2day. I open the fridge and grab the items I need to make my children’s lunch for school. As I start preparing the lunches I hear them running down the stairs, I yell at my kids to "stop running in the house" as I turn around I see my son run into the kitchen followed by my daughter.  They both stop dead in their track as they see me staring at them with an angry look on my face. Andrew and Rachel sit down and quietly eat their breakfast. I give my 8 year olds a kiss each on their forehead and send them off to school.

     I put away the box of cereal in the cupboard and the milk in the fridge. I start washing the breakfast dishes and look at the mess my husband left in the kitchen. It’s the same thing every morning his noisy antics and loudness wake me, then he leaves a big mess in the kitchen for me to clean up. As I start cleaning the kitchen I wonder "why is it that I am with this guy?".

TBC (maybe)