I have to tell you, the only way this ever even comes close to happening is when I have had time to suck down a couple of cups of coffee first. Does that make me a bad person?And then, even still, not quite angel of the morning. I wanna say...more like...Tasmanian devil. Except with more precision.
It's worse in the winter. I will whole heartedly admit I am one of those people who need sunshine. Sans sunshine, I'm WALL-E just before his power runs out, but less endearing. In fact, the opposite of endearing. I am the mother at Saturday morning practices, who you can tell from the apparent thrown together outfit got dressed reluctantly, with sunglasses on (with or without sun) and is sipping from a coffee cup as if it holds life sustaining powers. Because in that moment, it does.
What will I do until Spring? When is it again? How much longer?
After coffee or after 9, I'm good. I'm solid. Fist to the chest, foot to the floor. Engaged and alert, joy & sunshine delivered. Complete with wink and smile. Let the crafting, cooking, reading, writing, creating, painting, building, cleaning, dancing, parenting, love and craziness commence! I got this.
My inner lioness just doesn't get her roar on before 9 without a little help.
Happy weekend, everyone. Coffee cups up!