Its the weekend, so what. Woke up in a good mood, then looked at time its half six, cant break body clock for one day. As i'm older i needed to pee, tried keeping my eyes half closed to simulate it being dark, didnt work. Got back to sleep eventually, not helped by mrs teeth grinding snore machine laying next to me. At the back of my mind i know if i get up then the dog will piss me off no end and the kids will suddenly forget how to feed themselves. Then in my half asleep state i hear the pounding foot steps of the dog running up the stairs, that means the youngest is up and has forgotten to close the gate at the bottom of the stairs. Woohoo my dog licking his arse on my bed, at least its twenty past nine. Next enters my middle daughter, white as a sheet and wearing a hoodie, starts crying to my missus, my stomach hurts. The joys of womens problems...........out of bed i jump, dressed in under a minute and planning my morning of how to get out of this house and away from these freaks. Faint memory approaches, car show in Days Ford dealers down the road, i know i can take the dog down there. In comes the youngest, i want to go over the park. In the meantime my missus had asked my eldest to get one of those beanbag things for the middle ones stomach. The eldest comes up and throws the beanbag at my missus in a humph as she isnt getting all the attention. The last straw, calmed down a bit now. So how was your wake this morning.