Zookeeper...

I'm not very nice in the morning.  It's not new behavior for me; my family can attest to that.  I've just never been a morning person.  As a matter of fact, one of the coaches that I used to work with referred to me as "Sunshine."  He was being sarcastic.  Very sarcastic. 

Pregnancy certainly doesn't help matters.  Not sleeping due to some serious round ligament pain is not good, and I still have some occasional morning sickness.  It all adds up to a big barrel of fun when the alarm goes off.  It doesn't help that I'm married to quite possibly the loudest person on the planet.  My husband is what I like to call a "loud walker."  He's also a "loud drawer slammer"  and a "loud breakfast maker."  The other night I was, well, nagging him about how loud he is in the morning.  I tried to explain that when I'm in my post-sleep funk I need some peace before I can get going. 

He responded by telling me that dealing with me in the morning is like dealing with the bear cage at the zoo. 

I laughed.

He's right. 

(But he's still really loud.)