For the record, I am not a morning person.

Dragging myself out of sleep is its own chore.

My bed suddenly becomes a magnet and I, the metal, whenever the alarm rings at 5am. It takes so much effort, really, to wake up. I am not proud of that though. My little one wakes up ahead of me and blames me why she gets late at times, and my husband is already done cooking breakfast as soon as I wake up. But what can I do, I am trying my best to wake up earlier. I just see how much I am loved when I am allowed to sleep for a minute longer.