In the summer: “Oh yeah. This.”
In the couple of months of cool weather here, I’m much better about it. I may be heading out camping that day or just for a bike ride; no matter what, I am not confined to the house due to unbearable heat and insects. There is a reason to get up in December and January.
Depends on whom I’m waking up next to. 
Jokes aside, I wake up more cheerful if I’ve slept next to my SO – probably because my normal morning routine (“FUCKING ALARM CLOCK TURN OFF YOU — WHERE’S THE SNOOZE?!!”) would have him running for the hills.
I also have a bounce in my step if I’ve woken up naturally. Other than those circumstances, though, see above.
“I don’t want to get up…”
I oddly don’t wake up in much of a mood at all. I’m emotionally and physically dampened, and am not feeling anything about the day ahead. It’s good in some ways, bad in others. Oddly enough I can’t smell anything for a while after I’ve woken up, either. Unfortunately for MrTao, this means I am the opposite of romantic in the mornings. Fortunately for me, it means I can fake whatever I need to for a few hours until my eyes actually open; it’s a joke that I don’t mind working early shifts, because by the time I actually wake up, it’s already after lunch and almost time to go home!
On work mornings, when the alarm goes off, I feel … resigned. By the time I’ve had a shower, I’m awake and ready for the day.
(But sometimes, I find that the bus ride to work – half an hour – is enough for me to lose my alertness all over again. The cure is a pot of tea at my desk.)
I love mornings.
it’s better when I’ve slept and best when I don’t have to work but I wake up very happy and I always thing: time for COFFEE!!!
I sit and drink it with my dogs on my lap - best time of the day. :):)
Cranky. Never trust a person who typically wakes up in a good mood.
Feeling like P Diddy.
I must be in a minority, because if I got enough sleep and am not stressed or in pain I wake up deeply happy. Not that ultra-energetic happiness a lot of my fellow early risers seem to have, more a kind of mellow joy at how awesome it is to be comfy, safe and alive. I can get out of bed no trouble to go to work etc, or lie there hugging my pillow and smiling like and idiot for two hours 'til I get bored enough of thinking to go make breakfast. It doesn’t seem to matter one way or the other to my body.
Resigned. I only use the snooze button 1% of the time, but… And sluggish. We’ve had ADHD threads, and I’ll admit I’m one of the reasons experts say “most adults outgrow hyperactivity by age 30” instead of “adults outgrow hyperactivity by age 30” but you wouldn’t know that I have trouble sitting still if you only saw me between 6 and 7 in the morning. It’s the only time in the whole day I’m in low gear.
Stabby.
No, if it’s just a normal day when I don’t have work and all is well in the universe, I don’t feel much of anything other than “I guess I should get out of bed now.” Maybe I’ll muse about what I’ll eat for breakfast, but that’s really it. If I have something particularly excellent planned that day, I wake up feeling pretty excited. So in general, the way I feel reflects what I have to look forward to. If work, murdery. If something fun, terrific. If nothing much in particular, then fine.
Oh how I envy you. Even though I wake up *sans *pain, comfy, safe, and alive, and I don’t even have to get up early EVER because I’m a freelancer… I envy you the phrase “deeply happy.”
It reminds me of something Warren Beatty said regarding one of the things he admired most about Annette Benning, “She has an enormous capacity for happiness.” What a lovely quality. I want a bigger happiness tank.
Carry on… this is an interesting bunch of answers.
I live alone, and have a routine. If that routine gets upset I can be a bit off-kilter for a while, but usually I’m in a non-specific mood of dogged plodding through the stages of the day.
On work days my first thought is, “here we go again, fuck me”.
Once that’s out of the way, I’m fine.
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In a word - shitty. I’m a dick to anyone who bugs me, including my super-cute kids.
I sleep really well. I generally get enough sleep, but I’m still a dick in the morning.
I just hate mornings.
My wife loves mornings and so does my daughter. Me and my son are assholes until after breakfast.
Reluctant resignation to the inevitable seems to be the best way to sum up how I feel.
I hit the snooze a couple of times most mornings, roll over and cuddle whatever dog is near me, feel pathetically grateful if its my girly dog who rarely cuddles and then auto pilot myself out of bed, surrender to their usually infectious enthusiasm for being awake, feed the cat and then head to the park with the dogs.
Most mornings, at some point in that dog walk, with nature around me and the dogs having fun just being dogs, I realize that this is the best part of my day. I like that feeling.
Then I have to go home and get ready and go to work.
I wake up in a neutral mood unless I’ve slept poorly and am groggy as a result.
My mood will improve to OK or sometimes even pleasant after both having a cup of coffee and having been up for at least 30 minutes, but it will turn irritable and black if I have to think before both of those things occurs. My brain doesn’t really work for the first 1/2 hour or so. (used to be longer but caffeine shortens the duration). I can handle yes/no questions but not much else. When asked for something more complex like “Where are my sneakers” I quite literally can’t articulate an answer. Husband is kind and patient enough to accommodate my issues.