Mornings have never been my favorite. I'm a big sleeper whose kids seem to be intent on keeping me in a sleep-deprived state. Left to my own devices, I would snooze until at least 8 every morning, then spend a leisurely hour drinking coffee and getting ready for my day, and for years, that's exactly what I did. Then I had kids . . .
These days, I have a first grader and a preschooler to get out the door every morning, and my daughter's bus arrives exactly at at 7:29 a.m., meaning I have to be out of bed and on my game so freaking early. My mornings are bananas, and not just because I feed them to my kids because they're quicker than cutting up other types of fruit. Here's everything I did this morning, all before a time when, in an ideal world, I'd still be unconscious.