Morning assembly required

Alarm went off at 6:30 and my first coherent thought was wondering if dry shampoo counts as actual hygiene. The answer is obviously yes, but I’m still standing here trying to make my face look like I didn’t just emerge from a three-day hibernation.

Morning assembly required

Jake’s already downstairs making coffee and being mysteriously functional for this hour. Meanwhile I’m having a philosophical debate with my mascara about whether today requires both eyes or if one will suffice. The left one is being particularly uncooperative.

The mascara concentration face is real.

I have exactly twelve minutes to transform from walking disaster to someone who can be trusted with other people’s fitness goals. The sweatshirt is staying though. Some battles aren’t worth fighting this early.