(Light-hearted)
Every week day I drag myself out of bed at 6.45am and I’m like a drugged up zombie for the first hour or two. The only thing which keeps me going is the fantasy of a lovely lie-in come the weekends/holidays.
Since having kids I can only manage a 8.00am lie-in these days (unlike my epic midday lounging, pre-kids).
However, when I do have these much anticipated snooze-feasts, I wake up feeling like I’ve downed a gallon of whisky and slept the night on a cobbled street.
Oh, how I long for those days when a relaxing sleep in and breakfast in bed watching SM-TV were the start to my weekends!