It wasn’t easy getting out of the bed.  She knew that as soon as she did, the shit would hit the fan.  It would start. The day. So she did what any normal person would do. She hit the snooze button and went back to sleep. While asleep she had a dream.  And she never dreams. Ever.

SHE:  Who the crap are you?

IT:  I am a messenger

SHE: yeah, right.

IT: No really, I am a messenger.

SHE:  A messenger?  From who?

IT: It’s actually “From whom?”

SHE: No, I believe it is grammatically correct to say “From who?”

IT: You’re wrong.

SHE: I’m right.  And I’m always right cause I’m a mom.  Even when I’m wrong I’m right cause I am..a…mom

IT: Sheesh

SHE:  Sheesh?  What kind of response is that from a messenger.

IT:  An honest one.

SHE: So again, who are you a messenger for?

IT:  It is “who are you a messenger from?”

SHE: Holy crap, only I would get a spiritual messenger hung up on grammer.

IT: Shhhhhh.  She’s coming

SHE:  Who?

IT: She

SHE:  She who?

IT:  She “whom” you mean

SHE: Oh my God, I am so done with this dream.  I think I prefer to wake up and start my day.

IT: Ha!

SHE: What?

IT: I did it!

SHE: What did you do?

IT: I got you to want to start your day!

SHE: Can I wake up now?

IT: Yes, you can.  Have a good day and remember to breathe.

SHE wakes up and ends up having a really, good day.

 

THE END