I am not a morning person, and I hate waking up when I would rather be sleeping. It makes me very cranky. Unfortunately, waking up is part of being an adult. You have to wake up in order to do things like, go in to work. I always try to wake up an hour ahead of time, in order to eat breakfast, take my time getting ready and read up on current events. Usually I end up fighting with my cell phone alarm clock and hitting snooze for 45 minutes.
Initial Alarm Sounds:
Responsible people rise, refreshed and ready to conquer the day.
I attempt to use the force to silence the noise, eventually I reach over and hit snooze and fall back asleep.
By this time, a responsible person has showered and begins the process of make-up, blow drying and getting dressed.
I make faces at the alarm noise, and reach over, hit snooze and fall back asleep.
The responsible adult has their outfit picked out the night before. After perfecting their look, it is a breeze to just throw on the pre-planned attire.
I am too lazy to hit snooze again so I just let the alarm clock scream, I figure it will tire itself out and shut up.
The responsible adult sits down for a healthy and well-rounded breakfast. It is a great way to start the day.
It is around this time when I realize that I have left myself about 15 minutes to get ready. I also remember that I have no clean clothes, I need to shower and I have no shampoo.
With all the spare time in the world, the responsible people take some time to read about the days events, while sipping on fancy French pressed coffee.
I try to cram the entire morning into 15 minutes. I am frazzled and attempt multi-tasking. I have to be clever in the shower and dilute what is left of my shampoo with water. Then, shake, lather, rinse, and no time to repeat.
Multi-tasking leads to me tripping and falling into everything around me, creating a tornado effect in my room.
The responsible adult heads out the front door with the Smartrip card ready to go.
After the storm has settled, I find an outfit and get myself out the front door with just enough time to catch the metro to work. I never know where my Smartrip card is at this time, probably in the pink purse on my floor.