I don't know about you guys, but morning the hardest part of the day, mentally and physically. Every morning I hear the blaring of my alarm clock, intent on destroying my eardrums. I respond reluctantly, but not after a mental debate on whether or not I should just DIE. Then I actually have to drag myself out of bed and drive myself closer to my alarm clock of death to turn it off. After picking out my clothes in the dark (hey, i do it and i have a great sense of style).
After driving back the banshee I have to take the shower. Coldest 5 minutes of my day. But that's not the worst part. The absolute WORST part of my morning is the 15 minutes i spend in anguish with the same song ringing in my head, repeating and repeating, and repeating into an oblivion of sounds in my poor, tired brain. Then comes sweet, soothing water...
But when it's done, I must leave. Such shame, just my naked body and the cold until I can dry myself off and put my clothes on. Then after 'bounding' up the stairs, what is there to eat? Poptarts and NOTHING! I hate poptarts. They sound too peppy. Definately not a morning food. Definitely not healthy, but the only thing to eat in the morning.
RACE DOWN THE STAIRS ONLY 3 MINUTES LEFT! THROW STUFF IN MY BACKPACK; DOESN'T MATTER WHAT! IN THE CAR DRIVE THE KIDS PARK THE CAR RUN TO CLASS I HATE MORNINGS!
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