When I get out of bed at 5am, I try to push through being tired and wake my mind up as best as I can. I don't have time to be fussy or spend an extra five minutes to think rationally, I simply do what must be done as quickly as possible. Today I learned that not preparing for the next day the night before has consequences.
As I was driving to work I glanced at my outfit. I suddenly realized that nothing I was wearing matched. It was as if I grabbed every piece of random clothing I had and put it together for the sake of putting something on. I wouldn't normally pair pink shoes with a black skirt, green shirt and tan cardigan if I were picking something out mid-afternoon, but when you're so freaking tired, you feel accomplished by just getting dressed and bonus points if you're matching.Well no bonus points for me today, but if there is any silver lining to looking like a slobby-bobby, it is that by rushing out of the house I can also rush myself out of work early enough to spend time with Dylan boy. Because when you have this face to think about all day, there's no time for anything else. (But no joke, I will be picking out my outfits the night before.)