I don’t hate mornings, I have no problem with them. I’m actually quite cheerful, which annoys my sister a whole lot, since I play my music pretty loud. But there is one thing that I absolutely hate about the mornings, and that’s getting changed out of my super comfortable pajamas and finding anything that doesn’t make me look ridiculous.

I wake up and I’m all:

And my sister looks at me like:

But I just ignore her and eat my breakfast like:

And the whole time my mom is telling me that I should stop being lazy and shower. So I get up and go to the bathroom like:

After my shower, I’m standing in front of my closet, not knowing what to wear:

I pick something out and put it on, but it looks horrible:

So I pull something else on and it looks even more ridiculous than the first outfit:

I finally find something that doesn’t make me look like a fool:

But I look at the clock and see that I’m running late:

So I rush through my makeup:

,

Grab my things and run out the door: