I’m a night owl – not a morning person – and always have been. When I was a kid, my siblings all got up early, while I slept in. (How early did they get up, you ask? I have no idea, because I was busy sleeping as late as I could get away with.) They always complained that they had to do chores on Saturday morning and I didn’t. My mom liked to joke that if they would just sleep in for her, the wouldn’t have to do chores either.
Throughout college and early adulthood, I of course had some early obligations – 8:00 a.m. classes (who scheduled those?!?) on the other side of the very big MSU campus, morning work shifts, etc. Never a problem, although it was sometimes hard to drag myself out of bed. Tim and I enjoyed sleeping in on the weekends, and I continued to be a night owl. Life was great.
Then we had kids. Unfortunately, since Tim and I both worked full-time and our kids went to child care, we basically trained them to be early-birds. Like, get-up-at-6-on-the-weekends early birds. And I switched my work schedule to four 10-hour days, going in at 6:30, so I had to get up at 5:30 on workdays. Ugh. On the weekends, 9:00 is now really, really sleeping in. How I dream of snoozing until noon like the old days.
However … I’ve learned to appreciate getting up early. My work schedule was lovely – I got my 40 hours in on four days, and had Friday off every week. The kids had one less day of day care and one more day at home (and Tim and I had to pay for one less day of day care). These days, even though I’m not working, I have to get up at 6 so that I can take the kids to school (charter school, no buses, too far to walk). Book Baby and I drop them off at 7:45 and then are either home by 8, or run our errands at that time.
Today, for instance, I took the kids to school, did all the grocery shopping, put the groceries away, and had BBaby down for a nap. By 10:05! Not bad. I may not be a true morning person … but I think I can fake it.