Let’s be clear. I am NOT A MORNING PERSON.
In fact, I think my facial muscles are frozen in a permament sleep mask for the first hour (or more) that I am awake. It is close to impossible for me to smile.
And I hate, detest, abhor being startled awake (this does not include hearing my children cry out in the middle of the night…..for that I come running) I’m talking about the poking, being used as a mommy-punching-bag, the yelling in my ear for fun, the let’s-see-if-we-can-get-her-eyes-to-open-by-sticking-our-fingers-in-them. I. Hate. Being. Woken. Up. Like. This.
It makes me crabby. I don’t like being crabby. I have this grand vision of waking up like Cinderella…..peacefully, with a slight yawn and a great big stretch….with a smile and a can’t-wait-to-get-the-day-started-feeling. But, nope, not me. Instead of being roused from a sweet slumber by small animals who chirp lovingly in my ear, I start the day as a toddler trampoline.
Oh wait….I’m being beckoned again. Time to see if I can rouse my smiling self from slumber.