10 months ago I had a morning ritual. The alarm would go off about 6, and the only thought I could have, the only word I could utter was FUCK. I even said it outloud with quite the mean, pissed off voice. What can I say. I like to sleep. And I don't like to go to work.
And it has been this way for years.
Fast forward to the present. My "alarm" goes off at 5ish. I feed her, excercise for 30 minutes, make my bed, take a shower (and I even shaved my legs this morning, though the hair didn't get washed and was put in my normal pony tail so don't be too impressed), put on makeup and clothes that aren't pajama-esque, put on a load of clothes, made breakfast, and turned on the dishwasher....all within 2 hours.
AND I DIDN'T UTTER THE WORD FUCK ONCE!
Woohoo. Color me mature...ing. ;)
