She rolled out of bed looking completely wrecked. Her hair was going in every direction. Her pants were mysteriously missing. On her face, she wore a grumpy expression.
She stumbled in to the kitchen and grunted until someone handed her a bowl of cereal. She grumped over to the table and ate, still keeping that sour expression firmly planted on her face. Now she is on the couch, staring blankly and growling at anyone who talks to her.
Nope. My daughter is NOT a morning person. At all.
The teenage years are going to be SO FUN with her.