I have always hated getting up in the morning, but high school was especially difficult for me. Our school started at 7:20 a.m., and that start time combined with me being a lazy teenager and the fact that I hated school already made for a difficult four years. I didn't use an alarm clock. Instead, I was awakened every morning by the sound of my mom screeching at the top of her lungs, "Adele! Get up! Time to get up! You have to get up!" Every single morning.
Flash forward to the present - I have to get up at around the same time for work and I still don't like waking up. I've gotten into the terrible habit of sleeping in and only leaving myself 20 minutes to get up and get out the door. Some things have to fall by the wayside with just 20 minutes. Like makeup. Using a hairdryer. Packing a lunch. Maybe toothbrushing?
So it's accurate to say that my mornings are rushed. Yesterday after dinner, I was putting away a bag of chips in the cupboard where I keep my cereal. I opened the door, and sitting on the bottom shelf was a gallon of milk.
That is so not the refrigerator. It was a brand new gallon of fancy organic milk too. The humanity!
