I’m not a morning person.  In fact, waking up in the morning has to be my least favorite activity in all creation.  It’s worse than a mosquito bite on the bottom of your foot.  It’s worse than getting stung by a bee.  It’s worse than a 5 month old milk bottle found under the backseat of your car.  I really HATE waking up. That’s because I’m not the cute little toddler who springs out of bed ready to run full steam all over the living room chasing the dog.  Oh no.  I’m that mom who has severe brain fog, neurons that don’t fire well until after some caffeine has been…