I don't really do mornings. I mean I do, in the sense that I wake up early, but I don't do them well. I spend the first ten minutes of every morning thinking about the next time I'll be able to go to sleep. When I was in high school, I had a really hard time waking up to my alarm clock. I just wouldn't hear it. It would go off for about an hour each morning and I would sleep right through. So, basically each morning, my mom would come in and wake me up with a nice cheery "Good morning sunshine! Time to get up!" and every morning I hated it and would yell at her on her way out to shut my door again. Not pleasant. Poor mom.
Anyway, I've come a ways since then, but this morning reminded me of just how much I hate the morning hours. I just couldn't get going and as I was getting ready, and I still just didn't want to move, I tried to Accio my lotion to me. As in the Harry Potter spell. We're talking hand out, words said aloud and everything. It didn't come. I went on without my lotion. Morning wins this round.