I am NOT a morning person

This morning I woke up to the sound of my six year old daughter in my bed giggling and saying "wake up Mommy" while sticking her cold feet on my legs. I am slow to wake up, I roll out of bed and stumble through the house, crashing into things trying to find my way to the tea kettle. After my cup of tea I am ready to face the world. Before then it's not pretty. If you wake me up in the middle of the night, or steal the covers from me I will YELL at you, just ask my family. One night Sam had a bad dream and I guess I yelled "what are you doing out of bed???!!!" poor thing. I apologized a million times. Speaking of a million, let's get back to this morning....
so there I am laying in bed trying to wake up and Meghan starts talking a million words a minute saying what if we had a million fruits and a million meats we would be so healthy blah blah blah blah blah.... I don't think she even took a breath for ten minutes, all she did was talk talk talk talk and all I wanted to do was sleep.
The mornings that I do get up early she sleeps in, of course. The next time that happens I think I am going to crawl into her bed, stick my cold feet one her and talk until my face turns blue. Then when she does get up I will spend all day asking her when I can get a miniature horse. I will also be sure to scream a glass shattering, ear piercing scream anytime to boys do anything that annoys me even just a little bit. You know if I do this the boys will look at me like I need to be committed to a looney bin, so I will sigh and roll my eyes and argue for the rest of the day too. Then I will get in my van and drive just a little too close to the poor soul in front of me. I will make fun of anyone reading anything and then I will go to bed a happy and satisfied person. The next day I will return to my normal self and enjoy the peace and quiet because everyone is too stunned to dare say anything.