It’s 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning. I have already fed the cats and the dog, taken a shower, got dressed, made coffee, working on my 2nd cup,surfed the web, text messaged with GG and cleaned the bathroom (tub and floor included). WHAT? Just a few years ago I would have most likely just gotten home a few hours before and would be sound asleep right now. Times truly have changed.
I am a night person at heart. I have been since the day I was born. In my perfect world I would start work around 7 or 8 p .m. and work until 2 or 3 in the morning, sleep for awhile, get up for awhile, take a long “nap” and start over again. That is my natural clock. Never did I think anything could change it. Even when I had a job that required me to be in at 6 or 7 a.m. every day did my clock change. It was a constant battle for me. Somehow this is different.
Greg is gone again, left yesterday to go back to China for two weeks…the trips with the most weekends in them seem to last the longest and this one has two full weekends…it’s going to feel long. I learned early on that my day can be broke or made by whether i get a shower or not so when greg is gone…even on the weekends…i get up at 6 so that i can take a shower and drink a cup of coffee in peace.
So here I am…HAPPILY….blogging away at 8a.m….already well on my way in my day….amazing.
I feel the same way… about really being a night person and now a morning person. I’m not jolly every day, but I am much better in the a.m. than I ever have been before. I would love to get up at 6am, take a shower and have some coffee before the rug rats are up, but they are my alarm… waking at 6:30am…