I never grew out of the adolescent phase of being difficult to rouse out of bed. Let’s just say I’m not a rise-and-shine little ray of sunshine in the morning. And it’s probably best not to ask me complex questions or test my problem-solving skills before noon.
Mondays are usually the worst of the weekdays for me. Add four prior days of sleeping in, afternoon naps, and staying up late watching Bravo and Style reruns, and waking up is damn near impossible. Of course I overslept this morning, which threw me into a tizzy for the first half of the day (which was terribly inconvenient because Mondays are one of our busiest days of the week with receiving shipments of plants and flowers and catching up on work from the weekend).
In order to prevent a similar dysfunctional day tomorrow, I have an early evening date with a big mug of hot lullaby tea and a new novel.
P.S. It was terribly windy this afternoon during our little photo sesh (hence the crazy lady hair). I’ve caught word that a cold front is headed our way this week… One can only hope!