Mrs Hannigan

I am pretty sure she is standing over my shoulder.

She’s God’s number one on my case of whines and whimpers.

God wakes me up because people need prayer or I was supposed to do something midday, and I opted to postpone that plan, and God woke me at night to fulfill it. To which I whine “but it’s in the middle of the night.” Then I hear Mrs. Hannigan mumble and mock over my right shoulder “but it’s in the middle of the night”.
Yah. She’s drunk still when I picture her (am I the only one who didn’t know she was drunk? I literally thought she liked to stir and drink her bath water).

Anyway. I mulled and chatted. Prayed and read. And. Awesome. It’s not 3a.m. Anymore. Now it’s four. I am wide awake.

I should go write. I should go read my bible and finish up my bible study. I’ll probably stumble to the bathroom and read my book (not in the bathroom. Once I get back in bed).

I could take a shower and comb through this beast of a hair do.

I would clean something, but that sounds awful.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. Story of my life.