I. Am not a morning person.
If you missed that part here on the blog over the years, now you know.
I wake up crabby, groggy and “don’t fuckin’ talk to me for a good 30 minutes til I get my head on semi-straight.”
My kid, on the other hand, wakes up with energy like this:
This? I can’t handle this at like 6 or 7 am. If morning person-ness was hereditary, she’s gotten this from my mother-in-law. Always chipper in the morning and ready to start the day.
When I’m trying to get out of the house in a timely fashion and get to work and the husband has already left, so he’s not there to help me? This pisses me off. Royally. I’m not a nice person when she can’t settle down for five friggin seconds to get dressed, eat, brush her teeth, comb her hair, etc. ESPECIALLY if this could make me late for work.
OR on a Saturday morning when I’ve had a long week at work and just need a nice, quiet, relaxed Saturday morning. Man, oh, man. “Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom…”
Holy hell. Settle down wild one.
I. Love you Pea. But at some point, I need you to learn that this energy? Is a bit much first thing in the morning. And I don’t like it.