Morning Glory

In this house, we have 2 ways of waking up during holiday/sick-leave.

Since one of us is a morning-person, and I am not, the first scenario is where he wakes up considerably earlier than me and goes about doing whatever it is people who like mornings do. I am dragged kicking and screaming into consciousness by nature about 3 pm. Waking up still sucks, but a little less.

The other scenario, which is the one we usually go by here, is where he wakes up at 8 am in the middle of the night and wants to go for a morning walk with me. He puts on his protective suit and helmet and gently, gently tries to wake me up. I reach for my shotgun and try to shoot him in the butt, but he is getting awfully good with that kevlar shield of his.

Walk it is then. I usually open my eyes after 30 minutes or so. I hate doing stuff in the morning, and he knows it so he sometimes makes an effort to spice up these walks by showing me some cool caves. I love my golden nuclear warheads  caves, so this does the trick more often than not.

At breakfast he eats about everything we have, with yogurt, and I try not to gag too loudly. If I eat (I know, I know), I have toast. I only eat bread that looks like it survived a nuclear blast, so it was very traumatic for me when our toaster broke down last week. I only survived by the power of orange juice and vodka.

I kid, I kid. We don't have orange juice.

How do you survive your mornings?