It’s 5:00 AM, and the alarm from my iPhone begins to buzz. I hit the neon orange snooze button a few more times than I should. Ready or not, I roll out of bed with my frizzy, wired top knot of blonde hair. I search like a circus mime for my glasses on my nightstand. Luckily, after a few minutes, I find them and stumble into the kitchen to start my Keurig, in hope that it can revive my lifeless body. It’s another Monday, but I’m determined to make it matter. After my first sip of coffee, I jump in the shower. My boys have to be at school at 7:00 AM so I can make the trek across our little town to my school. It’s the price I have to pay for being able to drop them off myself, instead of waking up earlier to put them on one of the 80 school buses in my hometown.