Thus, I turn to the (heavily-dimmed) screen on my iPad, to let its glorious apps ease me from grumpily tired to cheerily wakeful. It’s generally too early to get out of bed and officially kick off my day, but too late to bother trying to go back to sleep. Then I moan as I shuffle back to the cozy confines of my bed, eyes still barely open. Many mornings, the very first thing I do after waking up is tend to the (usually bathroom-related) needs of whichever young child woke me up.
