There was a grump in the house this morning.
I really consider myself a morning person. My husband says I’m not, because I am not a chipper morning person–the type that you usually think of that fits the stereotype of someone who loves mornings. I do not jump out of bed at daybreak with a song on my lips. I don’t really jump out of bed at all, and not just because it’s sort of difficult with an almost-third-trimester belly. I am just not a break-of-dawn bed jumper. But I love the morning; it’s my favorite time of day. I just like mornings to be very, very quiet.