I am not traditionally a “morning person”.
Morning means getting out of bed and I’m a HUGE fan of lying in bed, even if I’m not sleeping.
Thankfully, I have a husband who is much more “morning person”esque than myself.
Many mornings he gets up and feeds the kids and even makes The B Man’s lunch if he’s feeling particularly generous.
I am actually a “night person”. Always have been.
I remember as a little girl sitting behind the accordion door that my father put up, to separate the living room from the hallway to the bedrooms. I could hide behind it with it cracked and still hear Johnny Carson’s monologue during The Tonight Show from behind the plastic partition.
I recall making up excuses on a school nights like my throat hurts or I had a bad dream just so I could snuggle up on the sofa with my head in my Mom’s lap (and the throat thing usually garnered a Luden’s cherry-flavored throat losenge, which lets face it, was like candy! Bonus!) while she watched television.
In college my best studying and other “extracurricular” activities were at night.
And now, these days, it’s my quiet time. Or time with my spouse. Time to “chill” and decompress. Time to “tweet” and read blogs and work on my own photos and writings.
Of course children ARE morning people. At least mine are. They definitely did NOT get the memo on the hours I would like to keep.
But that’s okay. I get it. They have a lot to do, what with their playing and drawing and “snacking” (omg the snacking!!!) and general kid-ness.
And, at least right now, they ARE not night people like I was as a kid, so I’m thanking my lucky stars for that.