When my alarm went off this morning, it was with one of those disorienting moments when I just don't understand why the alarm is going off. What day is it? What time is it? Am I late for something? Should I still be sleeping?
My sleep foggy brain finally alerts me that it is Monday and I have to work and I need to get out of bed right now to make sure my daughter is awake and I need a goodbye kiss before my husband leaves for work and so I do stumble out of bed; wake sleeping child, kiss husband goodbye, pour myself a cup of coffee and sit.
Because while I know it is Monday, and work awaits, I'm just not that into it! I'm giving myself a few minutes to drink my coffee and try to adjust.
It would help matters immensely if this wasn't the worst pot of coffee I've ever made. I must have been really tired last night as I was counting scoops!