I am not a morning person. I really, really wish I was. I appreciate the benefits of rising early, getting a start on the day. I envy those who say "I just can't sleep past seven." I just can't sleep past noon. I wish genetics could be blamed. My sweet mother wasn't blessed with children of similar demeanors in the morning hours. We grumbled, whined, and threw pillows at her for her efforts to get us out of bed. One sibling that shall remain nameless was in such a state one morning that he once took a swing at her. Oh wait, I only have one brother. Oops. Sorry, Bub.
In the early morning hours today, Stinky fell out of bed. After comforting him, and putting him back, I stumbled back into bed and silently prayed that he'd sleep in because I don't wake up until he calls me from his room. Then I prefer to ease into the morning with a Dr. Pepper and checking blogs.
In an effort to correct my morning sloth tendencies, I'm going to do a simple thing. Get dressed first thing out of bed in the mornings for 21 days. Then I will be able to do the little things, like check the mail when it comes early, because I'll be wearing something other than my bathrobe. Which I am currently wearing. Time to get dressed.
Are you a morning person? What do you do to kick start your day?