I desperately wish I was a morning person. I'm not. When morning comes and it's time to get the kids up for school, I somewhat resemble this:
And, unfortunately, my mood generally matches my face.
I have dreams of waking like this:
Check her out, she even has tonight's dinner in the oven.
I know that none of us are perfect. We all have days when we feel like curler-headed lady up there. But man, I just want to get mornings right. If I could send my kids off to school with a smile on my face, that would just be awesome.