Just Three More Hours...Please!!
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?