I’ve discovered this a million times, no, a million and one. I am NOT a morning person. I wake up pretty easily, and can function almost immediately, but oh good lord am I a bitch. If I haven’t had at least one cup of coffee, I hate you with every fiber of my being. You can sneeze and I’ll imagine ripping your eyes out of your head.
You can’t tell, but I’m choking you right now.
I think what it is, is when I wake up, I immediately start compiling my mental to do list and get overwhelmed. I usually DO have a lot on my plate daily, but it’s not to the homicidal point. Until that caffeine kicks in though, my brain convinces itself that I have to climb Mt. Everest in my bikini and that’s not a pleasant way to start your day.
Moving on, so the last two nights, I was blessed enough to earn adult time, and was able to leave the house post 8 pm sans baby. No I didn’t reaffirm my white trash status and leave her home alone. Two of her babysitters were nice enough to watch her so I could get out of the house for a little bit. I didn’t do anything amazing or anything, hell, I’m pretty sure I was slightly bored. You know what though? I didn’t have to talk with words like “Poopoo” or “potty” or “sippycupmomma”. It was great. I do get company during the day, but the kiddo is with me too. So I think I gained some of that lovely sanity back.
I need more coffee.