I hate getting up early. Hate, hate, hate it. Ask anyone, especially Derrick or my mother, and they will tell you I AM NOT a morning person. I am currently exhausted, and want to be taking a nap. I will in a few. It doesn't matter if I go to bed at 8pm or 11pm, if I get up at 6:30am, I will be exhausted all day. Like today. And yesterday. I realized today my body cannot function before 8, really before 9, when I poured myself my Frosted Mini Wheats (which, if you are constipated, you should eat, b/c they make you poo instantaneously) and then proceeded to pour orange juice over them. I screamed when I realized it. And it's not like my brain didn't know it was juice. I freaking shook the carton before pouring it. WTF? I drained the juice out of the bowl as quickly as I could and into a glass and poured milk over it, like sane, normal people do. People who can wake up in the morning and be functioning adults. But apparently I was too late, and my mini wheats had tangy orange centers, which just did not mix well. Why didn't I just dump it all out and start over? I don't know. That part of my decision-making brain was obviously not awake yet either.
This is why I think I would make an excellent 3rd shifter.
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Do not ever, EVER have children.
:-) And when you do, TAKE "AWAKE AID" or something. Until mine slept through the night I was chugging about six Diet Cokes a day...
today, i sat down to test ethan and mid-way through i realized i was testing cohen. he didn't even flinch. it's like it is destined to be. ahhhhhhhhh!
I love this post. The end.
That is hilarious...if I had juice in my fridge, I'm sure at one point I would end up having done that tooo!
miss you friend,
Shannon
Karen, I think I'm in love with you.
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