I'm Just Sayin'

I am not a morning person.

That’s not some cliche, trite statement. If you know me, you understand the weight and gravity of that statement.

I try. Goodness knows I try. I even get up early and take sunrise pictures.

And look. That picture right there? Beautiful and awe-inspiring, and I love that I got up to take it.

But y’all. It was early! Why can’t that happen at noon?!?

Lately, my early-morning-cranky-pants-syndrome has been a problem. Because, you see, I’m trying to work out more. And I never seem to have evenings free anymore. So, mornings it is.

I thought I had a great plan. My cousin, who lives in Virginia, agreed to call me at 8:15 her time–6:15 my time. My own personal wake-up call/early morning pep talk.

And the first time she did it–I thought I had finally figured out the secret! Tuesday night I took some Benadryl at 8, and by 10, I was fast asleep. When she called I felt refreshed–tired yes, but I could function. Well, at least for me, it was functioning. Our conversation went a little something like this:

Me: *mumble mumble hello mumble*
Cousin: GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE.
Me: Seriously?
Cousin: Are you up?
Me: No.
*pause*
Cousin: ARE YOU UP NOW.
Me: Oh my gosh, yes, just shut up.

See? I was like a ray of happiness shooting out of a unicorn’s rear. It was inspiring.

But then, this morning happened. I didn’t take Benadryl last night, so I lay in bed, tossing and turning and watching the time go from 10, to 11, to midnight.

And then, this morning. The call.

*most annoying ringing EVAH!*
Me: I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO.
Cousin: Wow. You are cranky, huh.
Me: Shut up.
Cousin: Are you even going to get up?
Me: You can’t make me.
*pause*
Cousin: Right. If you’re just going to whine and complain, I’m going to hang up.
Me: I don’t even care.
Cousin: *silence*

So, yeah. I didn’t go to the gym this morning. But I’m going to keep trying. But I have a feeling I may go through wake-up callers pretty quickly.

Anybody up for the challenge?