Sometimes I am a Grump.

Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you I am not a morning person. I used to be a night owl but nowadays I’m just someone who likes to go to bed at 10.30pm and still wakes up grumpy with the alarm clock everyday.


Our morning routine is something like this:



6.42am The Boyo starts prodding me and tells me to get up. I get up, grab my towel and head for the shower grumbling about the cold, or being tired or just generally wishing I was still in my bed.

7.05am I’ve had a shower and cleaned my teeth so it is now time for me to get my own back and get The Boyo out his bed. Usually at this point we mutter our regrets about staying up later than we intended and going to bed early today (often the going to bed early does not happen).

7.10am I get dressed and do my make-up. I always look at the weather forecast the night before and lay out my clothes so I save a bit of time in the morning. Also when I am tired in the morning and have not sorted my clothes I end up wearing the strangest combinations.  I use moisturiser from The Body Shop, Pore Concealor from Benefit, foundation from No. 7 and for concealer I use maybelline mousse.  I use another benefit product for my eyebrows and No. 7 mascara. I use a little eyeshadow, usually in a soft neutral shimmery shade and lipstick, these all come from a selection of places. I put on my jewellery which always includes my watch, Jawbone, a ring for my right hand, earrings and usually a necklace, sometimes a bracelet. I wear perfume everyday, I have few perfumes but my favourite is Davidoff Cool Water. I like just about every Davidoff fragrance and I’m upset that one of my limited edition ones has finished from a few years ago.

7.30am By now The Boyo has showered and dressed and so he asks me what I am having for lunch, if it is leftovers I’ll tell him where they are (down to the exact location in the fridge), if he is making a sandwich he’ll ask what I want in it and ask if I want soup out of the freezer. He then asks what I want for breakfast and I’ll grumpily say weetabix or toast and grumble yet again about wanting to be back in bed or wishing it was the weekend.

7.35am If all has gone to plan and I haven’t dawdled (I am a big dawdler in the mornings) I’ll give my hair a quick blast with the hairdryer. I don’t d much with it apart from a bit of heat protection spray and sometimes a clip to keep it out my eyes. I don’t have time and I make more of a fuss if we have somewhere special or important to go to.

7.40am Breakfast time, sometimes cereal, sometimes toast. I take a shot of a vitamin drink along with a variety of vitamins.

7.50am I grab my handbag which I got ready the night before, fling my lunch into a tote bag, put on my coat, hat, gloves, whatever the weather demands and I stomp out to the car. I usually end up spotting something lying about, like my keys or kindle which I fling into my bag as well as rushing out the door.

8.05am The Boyo drops me at the train station in the town where I work. It is a 20-25 minute brisk walk up to my college. By the time I get to my library at 8.30am my morning grumpiness has worn off a little and I get busy switching things on, opening things up and then settle down to sort out my emails. The library opens at 8.45am. I work until 5pm 2 days a week, 6pm 2 days and then we close at 4.30pm on a Friday.


This all sounds reasonable, but I am just not a happy bunny in the mornings. The poor Boyo has to deal with me being snappy, very indecisive and bad looks are thrown his way. Some days I really am super tired and just don’t say much at all but once in a blue moon I’ll have a day like yesterday when I was in full strop mode.

I felt really bad about being such a mean person so I stopped at the bakery (Fisher and Donaldson a family chain in Fife) and I got us 2 cakes. We had them last night with a cup of tea as we enjoyed a mostly tech-free evening. The apology Coffee Tower was well received by The Boyo and I wasn’t quite so grumpy this morning.


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