I love it when I feel like I’ve gotten a good early start to my day. Normally, I used to wake up around 7ish in the morning, but lately my sleep schedule has been $%&#ed to hell and I find myself waking up around 9ish-10ish (never later than 11ish) and when I wake up that late I don’t feel like doing much of anything and it feels like I’m dragging myself through the day.

Well today, I finally woke up at 7am on the dot . Granted, I didn’t fall asleep until 2ish this morning with this throbbing headache (I was literally in tears) and I had to wrap my eyes with a hanky to get total and complete darkness, but I finally fell asleep.

Anyhoo, sometimes mornings can be rough when you’re running on no or very little sleep – and so I found out rather rudely too. Everything was going good. I was motivated. I was excited. I was getting stuff done. I figured, things were going so well, why not multitask? Sooo, I set a couple of documents to print out and went to finish making myself a cup of tea. I opened up the patio door so the sun could shine in and the kitty could go out – life was good ’til I heard a loud noise and a man’s voice.

Panick was my first reaction. I felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest it was beating so hard. Me in my nighty and scary sounding man coming from the direction of the patio – that is until I listened to what he was saying “Printing complete.” – damn talking printer. Don’t I feel stupid.