Hoot, hoot

I'm not a morning person. Never have been. My natural state is to be a night owl. Thus the post started at 1:08 AM. Not being a morning person, I don't really understand people who wake up bright-eyed and bushy tailed in the early morning hours. I don't understand them, and if they try and wake ME up bright and early in the morning, I don't LIKE them either. Waking to the sound of trite morning greetings, like "rise and shine, daylight's a-wasting" only makes me want to burrow my head under the covers and curse. When the first words I hear in the morning are, god forbid, "wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey" it actually makes me wish I slept with a loaded gun under my pillow. I'm not sure whether I'd rather blow away the offending, peppy morning person, or whether it would be preferable to put myself out of misery so I'd never have to hear that phrase again.

I married someone who is not an uber-chipper morning person, but who has the fortitude and sheer will to be an early riser when necessary. And it seems to be necessary quite frequently as of late. He does not wake me, or even attempt to, unless I've specifically requested a wake up call for an early appointment or such. I think, if left to his own devices, my spouse would not wake in the wee morning hours, but he still would get up before me.

I've yet to figure out my offspring. Some mornings she will sleep in late and some mornings she's up at the crack of dawn, standing by my side of the bed, poking me in the arm and declaring that she's hungry. Lately, she's been afflicted with severe "light" sleeping, meaning that the slightest noise in the a.m. will rouse her and we're talking before 6 a.m. frequently. That's just evil. When you're a night owl, anything before 6:00 a.m. is evil, before 7 a.m. is just mean, before 8 a.m. is not fun, but doable. But I'm the MOM now. I generally don't get the option of sleeping in (except for my glorious Saturday mornings, when spouse plays Mr. Mom and I get a couple hours in the morning to whittle down the list of TV shows and movies on my DVR).

I really want to go downstairs, right now at 1:34 a.m., and start reading the book for our neighborhood book club which just arrived from Amazon.com today. Or I could finish reading one of the other books I'm partway through right now like this one, or this one, or this one. Or I could go watch the 2-hour season premiere of Grey's Anatomy on the DVR. But I won't; because we have preschool tomorrow morning. That means lunches to be made, clothes to be picked, backpacks filled, breakfast, hairbrushing, and more fun than you can shake a stick at, all before 8:30 a.m. when we must fly the coop if we plan to be on time for class.

So here's a toast to my night owl self, who I must put to bed now. I miss you. Call me, but not too early...