I used to have horrible mornings, and they would lead to
incredibly horrible days. I would set my alarm clock for when I needed to wake
up, but it was my daily pattern to hit snooze several times before getting out
of bed. When I would finally get out of bed, I would be running late. That
would lead to me throwing on clothes, leaving work with neither a prepared
lunch nor breakfast. If I was lucky, I would grab a pop tart while I was headed
out the door. If I didn’t have one of those, I would stop at McDonalds or just
go without eating breakfast.