What time is it?

Oh, how I wish I were a Morning Person

We get up at 5:20 at our house.  That's 5:20 a.m.  If you were confused.

Which says something about our grooming habits because Tagg leaves for Seminary at 5:30.  All personal grooming takes place in the p.m. around here.  Other than tooth brushing, of course.

This is my to do list for the hour between 5:30 when Tagg leaves, and 6:30, when it's my turn for the treadmill.

-empty dishwasher
-decide what to make for dinner, and prep ingredients (Rachel Ray style)
-do a load of laundry
-clean bathroom
-write blog
-figure out what the heck I should know about cub scouts
-arrange for world peace

This is what I do between 5:30 when Tagg leaves, and 6:30 when it's my turn for the treadmill.

-sit in the living room and stare at the tv, wishing there were more episodes of family under construction on my dvr.  Periodically I stare at Milo, who is staring at me, willing me to turn on the sun so it will be time to go to the beach.

OR

-lay on my bed thinking of reasons I can't get on the treadmill, or get up at all.

Sadly, I cannot entertain you with the creative reasons I come up with.  I have no creative thought at 5:30 am