I hate mornings.
I hate waking up.
I hate getting out of bed.
Every morning I wake up feeling like I have the worst hang-over. Or maybe it feels like I'm still hanging. Assuming anyway. My eyelids--top and bottom--feel like they've been over-injected with Botox...and then chewed on by those little dinosaurs in Jurassic Park II that eat the French guy. For the first 20 minutes of my day, I can find no strength in my lids to actually open them. And believe me, it LOOKS as pretty as it feels. It doesn't help that Lily steam-rolls over me for 15 minutes.
Is this a product of aging? Or am I a raging alcoholic in my sleep and dinosaurs do still exist?
That sounds very pretty! I want to see this!
ReplyDeletei cannot answer this as it seems i just barely fought off the dinosars myself...
ReplyDeleteI hate waking up too :( It's the saddest part of the whole day... I wish morning were really like one of those coffee commercials!!! Awe.. someday...
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's sleep apnea. I'm always gloom and doom.
ReplyDeleteVery very hysterical post though! I couldn't stop laughing. Love the dinosaur analogy.
I think I'm pretty good at breathing at night though...especially since I'm a mouth breather!
ReplyDeleteI need a good sleeping pill.