I'm not even saying that as an anti-morning person. I feel pretty confident that even if you like getting up in the morning, 4AM is not what you consider to be the proper time for that.
He gets up at that time and works out, which is even more crazy to me (mad props for that kind of dedication). And the last few days he's asked me to get up and make him breakfast while he does that working out thing.
My body resisted this fiercely. So fiercely, in fact, that I "made breakfast" four or five times before I even got out of bed.
|This Dog Shame is probably more successful |
at breakfast cooking than a 4am me.
Then I woke up a bit and realized I hadn't really done any of that. So in my groggy half-awake haze I
went downstairs and greased the pan with some pine-scented candle wax. I cracked in the eggs and a few minutes later I scooped out a perfectly cooked egg and left if on the kitchen counter for him, then went back to bed.
Then I woke up a bit and realized I hadn't really done any of that. So in a groggy half-awake haze I went downstairs and found he had already made himself eggs and left them out on the counter for himself. Then I went back to bed.
Then I woke up a bit and realized I hadn't really done any of that. So in a groggy half-awake haze I went downstairs and made eggs but nothing was memorable about the experience. I left it on the kitchen counter for him, then went back to bed.
Then I woke up for ... a few hours later... and realized that if I had managed to actually get out of my head and get out of bed to make eggs for my husband's breakfast, there was a very real possibility that I either served a luke-warm raw egg in it's shell or eggs in candle wax.
Turns out I had managed to make reasonable eggs at some point. Husband was pleased. but now it's time for a nap.
When you have something you need to do as soon as you get out of bed,
do you ever dream about it? Tell me in the comments!