Wake up at 5 usually. Eat small breakfast, make my bed, then straight to the gym for 2 hours. Usually warm up with 30 minutes of bball drills, then 45 minutes of lifting, then finish it off with stairmaster or swimming
Wake up about 5am
Go to the gym - about 40 - 45 minutes of weights
Pick up an ice coffee on the way home for my wife
Come home and take a shower
Try to talk my wife into morning sex
Wake my son up with either a headlock or an armbar
Go to work - about a 25 minute drive
Morning bell/early meetings (work in Financial Svcs)
Get breakfast - usually a couple eggs and juice - once in a while chocolate milk
Sit in my office, read my twitter feed while trying to appear managerial.
My absolute hatred for the snooze button came from being in the Navy. There are 20 people sleeping within 6 feet of you and 10 of them think they're going to wake up early to go work out every morning. Every ****ing morning when all 10 of them have second thoughts on the whole getting up early thing they hit the snooze button for 90 minutes until they hear everyone else getting up and decide that they might as well get up too.
Nothing will give you more murder fantasies than sleeping in a Navy birthing. If it's not the snooze crew its the dude that doesn't know how to jerk off quietly and then it's the dude in the rack above you who snores all night every night. Then there are the POS assholes who slam their coffin rack closed by just straight dropping the ****ing thing.
Leesee, polish off a box of Twinkies before I set one foot on the floor. Debate getting out of bed at all. Finally decided I might as well. Lumber to the bathroom for dookie #1. Back to bed, I lost the fight. Fall briefly back to sleep. Wake up to slobber on my pillow and a Twinkie wrapper stuck to my head. Stumble into the kitchen. Bowl of frosted flakes or lucky charms with whatever liquid I can find in the fridge, usually milk. Sometimes oj. Occasionally NyQuil. On NyQuil days fall asleep in my cereal bowl. Wake up to lucky charms marshmallows stuck on my forehead. Roll into the floor and let the dogs lick me clean. Not there you pervs, unless they are really into it. Wander back into the bathroom for dookie #2. Occasionally dookie #2 comes in the shower, just waffle-stomp that ****er down the drain. Oh yeah, shower, most days. Otherwise debate changing underwear. Find a lost Twinkie, polish that off, depending on how chewy it is. Who am I kidding, polish it off anyway. Put mostly human-looking clothes on my body, hopefully after drying off from the shower. Oh yeah, after shower lay down on the floor in the middle of the bedroom to dry off. Then put on clothes. Stagger to the couch. Turn on Hulu or some ****. Dig a Twinkie out of the couch if I'm lucky.