Guess what? I’m going to the trouble to post – at 6.51am – to tell you all about how much I hate mornings.
I hate mornings this much:
I hate mornings because my alarm goes off and makes loud annoying noises, when I could be sleeping. I hate loud annoying noises when I could be sleeping.
I hate mornings because I can’t lie in bed and read romance novels, I have to get up, and get dressed. Ugh. Dressed. I hate getting dressed.
I hate mornings because I have to take medication, and then I have to figure out what to eat and then eat it in the next ten minutes so that I don’t feel queezy. And you know what? I’m never hungry for actual food in the mornings. Sure I could eat a cupcake, or a muffin, or maybe some yoghurt, but my nutritionist tells me off for stuff like that, so I have to actually make cereal. Or Porridge. And then eat it. I hate breakfast time.
I hate mornings because it’s a constant count down to when I have to be at work being productive, and saving the world, and that’s a lot of expectation to be on my shoulders at 6.58am.
I hate mornings because I have to make decisions about whether I’m going to risk wearing my broken heels again – even though I know that any second now they’re actually going to break, but I love them, and they’re the only work appropriate shoes I have. For someone who waffles on about important decisions, that’s a lot of decision to have to make this early.
I hate mornings because people say cheerful things at you and you have to respond.
I hate mornings because there are emails waiting.
I hate mornings because it’s now 7.01 and I’m STILL sleepy.
I hate, HATE mornings because they’re cold, and my bed is warm, and if I get out my arms are going to freeze, and so are my legs, and I might get so cold I won’t be able to feel my toes anymore. I hate not being able to feel my toes.
The number one reason I hate mornings? Because they’re not still the middle of the night, and I’m not still sleeping. And that is why mornings suck, and why I should be allowed to sleep until 10am every day, because I. Genuinely. Hate. Mornings.
And you know what? I’m not so fond of winter, either.