Tea at Three

My mom is crazy. It's official. Each morning I stumble out of bed towards the kitchen, half asleep, to make some tea. Before I know it she's at me like a bat out of hell with some strange dream or story or even "what do you want for dinner?" before I've even thought of breakfast. I don't know anyone who can literally wake up in the morning and jump out of bed and be as active and talkative as she is.

Anyway, this morning confirmed my suspicions that she is in fact, crazy. She comes into the kitchen laughing hysterically. I look at her in horror through my messy just-woke-up hair and puffy red eyes.

Me: "And now?"

Crazy Mother: "What a horrible night! I hardly slept!"

Me: "Why?"

Crazy Mother: "I duno, your dad and I just couldn't sleep. So at 3am I decided to come downstairs and make us some tea. But you know, really, that's when the best ideas are generated!"

Me: "What idea mom?"

Crazy Mother: "Well your dad and I have decided to open a coffee shop for insomniacs"

Me: "oh.my.word..."

With a massive sigh I continue focusing my efforts on my tea while she proceeds to tell me her new business idea.

Crazy Mother: "It's going to be called Tea at Three, our opening hours are from 1am - 4am. Dress code is pyjamas and when we give our insomniac customers the bill, we won't give them mints, we'll give them sleeping pills!"

She bursts into another round of hysterical laughter. I shake my head and swiftly make my exit and leave her to stir up another one of her mad morning plots.

Got to love mornings with my mom. I should get her to start her own blog.