I just don’t understand how I personally could have given birth to three
 children who are all “morning people.”  The sun comes up and they are 
happily dancing and singing their way downstairs.  I grope for the alarm
 clock smacking the snooze button just to have nine more minutes.  I 
lumber downstairs bleary-eyed, daring anyone to speak to me before I’ve 
had a shower.  I’m up, but I’m definitely not happy about the event.
Do you feel the same way in the mornings?
Do you feel the same way in the mornings?
