Friday at 1am vs. Friday at 6:30am.
The struggle is very real this morning.

I got home from babysitting at 1am this morning, after I had to stop and get gas. I snapped that selfie because the gas station lights were kind of perfect. See also: my coat-hat-hair combo made me happy. I felt adorable.

I finally fell asleep around 1:45 and my alarm jolted me awake at 6:15. I decided my second day hair was fine and stumbled in to work early.

My co-worker said when he walked in 20 minutes later (I was the first person there) that I was “a sad single person if I really had nothing better to do than to come into work early on a Friday.”

Um, OUCH dude! I explained why and he said he was kidding, but still…that kinda stung a little! Way to hit me where it hurts!

Happy Friday friends! There’s only one more week till Christmas!! Eeeee!