I just don’t understand how I personally could have given birth to three
children who are all “morning people.” The sun comes up and they are
happily dancing and singing their way downstairs. I grope for the alarm
clock smacking the snooze button just to have nine more minutes. I
lumber downstairs bleary-eyed, daring anyone to speak to me before I’ve
had a shower. I’m up, but I’m definitely not happy about the event.
Do you feel the same way in the mornings?
Do you feel the same way in the mornings?