I wish I were a morning person. I really do. I just don't have it in me to wake up and do one of those coffee commercial stretches that look so refreshing, smile, hop out of bed, sing in the shower, dance in the car on the way to work... uhm, speak. None of that good stuff. As a baby, my family would just wave to me in the morning because I SO disliked speaking. One of my favorite home movies involves a 3 1/2 year old me(sitting at my new little tykes table)on Christmas morning eating oatmeal. The camera zooms in on my head, full of pink curlers, as I look up at the camera with a spoon full of oatmeal and say "STOP TALKING TO MEEEEEE!", in a ridiculously cute baby voice. It's just so me. I really do want to be at least a little more pleasant in the morning though. As we speak, The Boy is sleeping peacefully next to me. I am so happy to be falling asleep next to him, but come morning... oh no. He may as well be sleeping on the floor. Don't get me wrong! I'm not MEAN... I'm just not nice either. Ughh, and you know what really bugs me? When I wake up with a song in my head. I. CAN'T. STAND. IT. Yesterday, I woke up with that new Kelly Clarkson song in my head. Ergh.