I have never ever ever been anything even remotely close to a morning person. I warned the Texan about this. I think he's starting to figure it out. In order to get to school on time my alarm now rings at 4:45. I am of the opinion that no living creature should be awake before the sun comes up, so an important part of my morning ritual is pouting. Usually after a few minutes of pouting I can be pleasant and cheerful, or at least not bitter and irate. This episode from Friday morning made me laugh:
Redhead: (while turning off the alarm and in a very whiny voice) I don't want to go to school today
Redhead: I should just quit my job. Then I wouldn't have to do this every day
Texan: OK. If you want to you can.
Texan: Wait... are we having an important conversation here.
Redhead: No, I'm just pouting
Texan: so you're not quitting your job
Redhead: Not today
Then he rolled over and went back to sleep. I got up and got ready for school.