Mornings. Ugh.
Dreaded mornings. I am not a morning person by any stretch. Never have been, and I don’t ever plan to be. I, a.k.a. Momzilla, have to scrape my lifeless body out of bed each and everyday. I stumble into the kitchen and hardly open both eyes until I have that special, hot remedy pour into my veins. Then I start to come back to life. Immediately after my coffee starts to kick in, the next thought is food. [Cue the tummy gurgles.] …