I am not a morning person.
Not even remotely.
The only time I am a morning person is when I’ve stayed up so late it’s now morning. Because technically, in my own mind, it’s not morning if I haven’t gone to bed.
Take that, morning.
These days I find myself up pretty early getting Afton ready for school. I try to sneak back into bed after she and Rudy leave, but more often than not I find two little girls awake and crawling into bed with Charli and me.
And then that whole “not a morning person” thing just kind of melts away.
And then the craziness begins!