I'm not what one would call a Morning Person.
I don't bounce out of bed with hair perfectly in place, breath as fresh as a spring breeze, and a smile for every person or creature that comes my way.
My mornings look a little like this:
- Slowly wake up.
- Decide it's too early to be awake and quickly fall back asleep.
- Wake up again, watch my husband walk around getting ready, and feel guilty.
- Fall back asleep.
- Wake up again and throw the covers off.
- Fall back asleep.
- Wake up again and throw my body into a sitting position.
- Climb out of bed and try to remember how to stand.
- Smooth the back of my hair down so my husband doesn't fall on the floor laughing.
- Creep to the bathroom to answer the call of nature.
- Grunt a hello to Garrett. Or maybe just grunt.
- Taste my mouth and reach for the toothbrush.
- Kiss Garrett good morning after a good tooth brushing.
- Sit at my vanity and try to spackle and paint my face until I'm presentable.
- Try to remember what I wore during the past week so that I don't put on a duplicate outfit.
- Creep downstairs, trying not to trip over a cat or dog, in search of sustenance and a cup of coffee.
- Do a little Bible reading, journaling, and praying.
- Drive to work.
- Read email and plan my day.
- Start thinking about lunch.
- Fully wake up.
