I seem to dislike going to bed yet I always want to sleep in the morning. I always use that same old phrase “ just five minuets more” that’s in the morning and evening. After about half an hour I go up to bed and I fall fast asleep only knowing that the next morning I have to go through this all over again-how depressing-don’t get me wrong I’m not that bad.
Alison groaned even more, before climbing out of bed. “Mum! It’s only 7.30!” Alison protested when she looked at the clock on her bedside table. “Yes, and believe me, you need all the hours you can get. Get dressed and come down for breakfast,” Carla said as she walked out of the room.
I french braided it tightly before going back into my bedroom and crawled on the floor to my bed trying to dig out my beaten up pair of converse. “ Lily… come on, it’s time for school,” I gently shook her awake watching her large coco brown eyes open. “ No… too early…” She whined rolling over and getting herself out of bed, “ Do you have to go to work today Anna?” I nodded a bit sadly, “ Sorry sweet. But, I’ve got to go.” She sighed and went over to the small walk in closet that we had converted into a bedroom for my little six year old brother. It tore at my heart everytime I watched them get ready for school, or when they get ready to go to bed at night that there is no possible way for... ... middle of paper ... ... wasn’t early to work because of it I thought it was worth spending the time with her.
The house was the same unusual quiet that it was on a Saturday morning, her mum still in bed and her brother crashed out on the couch probably stuffing his face with the first, most unhealthy thing he could find in the kitchen. She decided to go downstairs for some breakfast. "Joel get up you lazy get! Jo is right, all you ever do is eat and sleep!" she stormed past him into the kitchen to put the kettle on for her mum.
The two minutes pre set time rolls slowly by and I ponder today's lessons, last night's football and why I'm always awake before my alarm goes off. As I walk back to my room to get dressed I shout to my Mam asking her whether she's ironed my trousers yet. Then in a way very typical of my life she tells me she just told me she had. Strangely this happens to me a lot. Whether I'm slightly deaf or my brain just... ... middle of paper ... ... was ended I make sure my alarm is set, switch off my TV and decide upon a bit of light reading.
I’ve always looked forward to receiving the mail, as most people do until they are old enough to pay the bills. I bring back the mail to the dining table as I commence to eat the leftover SPAM my mom cooked and hope for a magazine or catalog to look at. As I sift through the hoard of envelopes at my disposal, I sort them into their respective categories: “Bill, bill, junk mail, letter, junk mail, letter, catalog, bill, junk mail, magazine!” I toss out all the junk mail and keep the stuff I really am going to read: the sports catalog and car magazine. After finishing breakfast, I head back to my room and turn on my computer, log onto the internet and check my yahoo email inbox. As I log into my account, I notice the glowing red warning that my inbox is at 101% capacity.
Normally she would have immediately jumped out of bed to tame her mane of thick hair with a straightener but now she just felt too fatigued to really care. Celeste yawned widely when she began to roll herself out of her thick covers and out of bed. She placed her bare feet down on the cool hardwood floors beneath her before flinching and bringing them back up under the warm covers. Would five more minutes really hurt anyone? She knew for a fact her parents were already off to work and the only two souls in this house was her and her younger brother, Clark.
My Day I wake up every morning with a shock, my mum knocking at the door and shouting, "Time for a shower." I'm always tired in the mornings and find getting up for a shower really horrible, though it does a good job of waking me up and after it I'm ready for another day at school. Well that is what I think but I usually end up in bed asleep right up until 7.45 am. Luckily I have usually packed my school stuff the night before. My house is quite big and there is lots of room to get away from the rest of my family.
Fix yourself a cup of coffee, sit on the sofa, and stare into space at least fifteen minutes, but no more than thirty. This gives you time to not think about all that you have to do today. Leave the sofa, go to the kitchen, and start breakfast for the children and yourself. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day so fix a substantial meal to fuel the kids until lunchtime. Start preparing lunches, lay out the kid’s clothes for the day, pack their book bags, go to their rooms, and tell them to get up out of the bed.
That was my first time ever having sexual intercourse and I hated it. I washed my body and then I got out the tub and put on my bathrobe. When I got in my room to put on another pair of underwear I noticed that I was still bleeding since I didn’t know what to do I just went to sleep. As I lay in my bed I prayed that this was all a dream and when I woke up it would all be a dream. My alarm clock went off and I woke up.