When I lived with my parents all the time(I visit some), I always hated that morning, fucked up hair, spill your syrup on your clothes kind of feeling. They would walk out all haggard, and seemed to be okay with it. I’ve also seen this same shit on tv shows. fucking hate it. When I get up in the morning I prefer people being to themselves or prepared, dressed could go on hike right then. I hate that lazy shit, and I also hate pajamas, and breakfast and bed bullshit. It’s also a crossing of boundaries honestly
