I am a morning person. I love that when I get up really early that it makes my day feel longer. This rule applies more to my beloved weekends than to my daily grind.
But I am not your rise and shine and greet the world with a great big old smile kind of morning person. It's a slow process. I dilly. I dally. I dawdle. I linger. I tarry.
BellaFella hears the same thing every morning- I am running late. I always say it like the words have never come out of my mouth, like it has never happened before. But the thing is- I am never technically late, just always way past my intended departure time. Yesterday I wanted to leave at 7:30am- the car pulled out at 8am. At least my intentions are good, right?
Why am I late? Because of- laundry, morning news, lollygagging, ironing, breakfast, doggie walking, outfit changing, laundry, fluffing, lollygagging, blog checking, hair drying, news, fluffing- did I mention outfit changing?
I could meander around my morning house for hours. Each and every work day I have to remind myself that I must get dressed and leave.
Does the sunrise make you want to linger? Do you share my dawdling dawn? Are you a morning person?