Have you ever had one of those mornings where you are pretty sure the universe is telling you to go back to bed!?
The problem with those mornings is that you almost always can't go back to bed. Life obligations/responsibilities just get in the way.
Many many aspects of my morning routine conspired against me today. I was in a very grumpy mood by the time 7:50am rolled around.
First my alarm clock decided to stop correctly "snoozing." It went off just fine but didn't go back off after I hit snooze. I woke up 10 minutes later than usual which isn't really a huge deal (definitely not as bad as waking up 5 minutes before I have to leave) but still peeved me a little bit.
Then, while applying my makeup I searched and searched and searched for my mascara. It was no where to be found. I still don't know where it is. While looking I found a really old bottle of mascara with a tiny bit left inside. I used that as best I could. Five minutes wasted. Culprit? Either I placed it somewhere and just can't remember where or the mascara bottle grew legs and hid somewhere. I'll go with the latter.
Getting dressed came next - easy enough. For some reason, though, every single item I tried on this morning looked disgusting on me. Why? I don't know. I haven't figured out whether the conspirator was my mind, body, mirror, or clothes. Many minutes lost.
On to breakfast! I poured my cereal -- no problem. I poured the milk -- no problem. I sat down to check my email and eat my breakfast at the speed of light since I'd already lost 20 minutes of my morning - no problem. I scooped up my cereal and took a bite - big problem.
Sour, nasty milk. Gross. I blame Kroger and their inability to properly label milk expiration dates.
By this point I was not a happy camper. I threw my bowl into the sink, opened a new carton of milk, ate incredibly fast, cursed the stupid wastefulness of my morning, and started to run out the door prepared to deal with a hectic, stressful day.
Oooh - forgot to pack my lunch - ran back into the kitchen, threw my stuff in my paper sack, and then ran out the door fully prepared for a hectic, stressful day.
You know what though? Today was a really good day. The universe wasn't telling me to go back to bed - it was just telling me that I'm not a morning person. Actually, it was telling me I'm not really an alone person. Usually in the morning Ryan wakes me up if I'm not awake on time. He helps me find things I've lost (not that it happens often..wink wink). He tells me I look good when I really don't think I do and he almost always makes my lunch. He evens lets me vent about Kroger NEVER labeling the milk right.
Not that I'm always bright-eyed and ready to start the day when he's here but he certainly makes my mornings a whole lot better.
I really hope this month goes quickly.
The problem with those mornings is that you almost always can't go back to bed. Life obligations/responsibilities just get in the way.
Many many aspects of my morning routine conspired against me today. I was in a very grumpy mood by the time 7:50am rolled around.
First my alarm clock decided to stop correctly "snoozing." It went off just fine but didn't go back off after I hit snooze. I woke up 10 minutes later than usual which isn't really a huge deal (definitely not as bad as waking up 5 minutes before I have to leave) but still peeved me a little bit.
Then, while applying my makeup I searched and searched and searched for my mascara. It was no where to be found. I still don't know where it is. While looking I found a really old bottle of mascara with a tiny bit left inside. I used that as best I could. Five minutes wasted. Culprit? Either I placed it somewhere and just can't remember where or the mascara bottle grew legs and hid somewhere. I'll go with the latter.
Getting dressed came next - easy enough. For some reason, though, every single item I tried on this morning looked disgusting on me. Why? I don't know. I haven't figured out whether the conspirator was my mind, body, mirror, or clothes. Many minutes lost.
On to breakfast! I poured my cereal -- no problem. I poured the milk -- no problem. I sat down to check my email and eat my breakfast at the speed of light since I'd already lost 20 minutes of my morning - no problem. I scooped up my cereal and took a bite - big problem.
Sour, nasty milk. Gross. I blame Kroger and their inability to properly label milk expiration dates.
By this point I was not a happy camper. I threw my bowl into the sink, opened a new carton of milk, ate incredibly fast, cursed the stupid wastefulness of my morning, and started to run out the door prepared to deal with a hectic, stressful day.
Oooh - forgot to pack my lunch - ran back into the kitchen, threw my stuff in my paper sack, and then ran out the door fully prepared for a hectic, stressful day.
You know what though? Today was a really good day. The universe wasn't telling me to go back to bed - it was just telling me that I'm not a morning person. Actually, it was telling me I'm not really an alone person. Usually in the morning Ryan wakes me up if I'm not awake on time. He helps me find things I've lost (not that it happens often..wink wink). He tells me I look good when I really don't think I do and he almost always makes my lunch. He evens lets me vent about Kroger NEVER labeling the milk right.
Not that I'm always bright-eyed and ready to start the day when he's here but he certainly makes my mornings a whole lot better.
I really hope this month goes quickly.
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You always look great sis! Call me if you need someone to talk to or feel lonely.
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