Not really. I’ve never been a morning person. Well, maybe I was a morning person when I was a baby and a toddler, but certainly not since I was school-age.
I have vivid memories of my parents trying to drag me out of bed. Sometimes I’d get out of bed, go into the bathroom and fall asleep on the bathroom floor.
Yeah, I was late to school a lot.
I’m wondering if my dislike for morning has anything to do with my nighttime insomnia. Ya think? I’ve tried going to bed earlier but to no avail. My body just doesn’t want to have restful sleep until the wee hours, when I can never ever get it.
For me, the most delicious quiet sleep is between the hours of 4am and 7am (or later, if possible).
It’s a real shame that’s right around the time my children start to wake up. It starts around 4:42 when Fuzz sits up and demands milk. We usually try to ignore him until 6, which makes that hour and eighteen minutes really unpleasant.
Finally at 6, I feed him. Sometimes he even goes back to sleep, and so can I…until about 6:37 when the Shnook is up an at ‘em.
I try to stall for twenty minutes give or take. Finally his hunger complaints become overwhelming and I’m forced to drag myself out of bed.
Once I get going in the kitchen and a cup of coffee is on it’s way to consumption, my outlook is much better. I can smile and appreciate how excited my guys are to seize the day. But those first moments of the morning are just brutal.
It’s a little bit sad to me, because I hate being grumpy first thing in the morning. I’m just so exhausted, I can’t even pretend to be in a good mood.
Are you a night owl with early bird children? How do you cope?
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