The first seven minutes of the day are hardest for me. My alarm goes off anywhere between 5:00 and 5:45. I am awakened from a deep sleep, thanks to my diphenhydramine pill I take before bed. It's dark out, and I get a horrible pit in my stomach. I don't want to get up. I don't want to go to work. I can't face this day. It's a crushing feeling!
But of course I get up. I go right to the guestroom and put on the workout clothes I laid out the night before. I'm still tired and the light is bright. The cats are sleeping- they are too smart to get up this early unless there is food involved.
I go to the bathroom and wash my face. Then I walk quietly to the kitchen (we have a one story house and Paul is still sleeping) and pour my iced coffee. I sit at the island/bar in the kitchen and sip my coffee while I mess around on the internet and my body wakes up.
It's at some point during this time that the horrible feeling I had when I woke up goes away. I'm awake. The day is happening and I can face it. This isn't so bad.
Seven minutes is what it takes for me to feel human in the morning and not like going back to bed and sleeping the whole day away.
Of course, this doesn't happen on a weekend. It has nothing to do with whether I like my job or not. I has to do with just facing life and people. I guess that's hard to do when you just woke up!
How long does it take for you to be able to function in the morning?