Did I Ever Tell You How Much I Hate Mornings?
You are not in the company of a morning person. In fact, if I could sleep until Noon daily--and then use the hours from 9pm until midnight more effectively, I would. In fact, I did. Until I became a mother. Babies, nursing, and the fact that now when I lie awake past 10pm I am mostly comatose. And that doesn't say much for my writing time does it? But you gotta do what you gotta do--and for me right now, it is either stay up late in a stupor or get up early in a stupor.
Though I think I got it wrong when I attempted 5am today. When I went to bed at just past midnight. The five hour window of sleep isn't enough when you have a seven month old baby that likes to get up and snuggle. And nurse. And play with your nose. And mouth. She likely inherited the Stay Up At Night gene.
This feeble attempt to reverse the Night Gene for Morning was to attempt to be a better worker for those overseas. And to accommodate my son, who has decided morning is better than night. And playing outside in his new play set before 7am would be a cool thing to do (can anyone see me sighing yet?). I'll tell you right now the attempt isn't working. Hell, look at what blogging dribble escapes my fingers at this hour. And I've only been awake for about an hour. Albeit coffeeless so far. Wish me luck... I'm already exhausted.
Though I think I got it wrong when I attempted 5am today. When I went to bed at just past midnight. The five hour window of sleep isn't enough when you have a seven month old baby that likes to get up and snuggle. And nurse. And play with your nose. And mouth. She likely inherited the Stay Up At Night gene.
This feeble attempt to reverse the Night Gene for Morning was to attempt to be a better worker for those overseas. And to accommodate my son, who has decided morning is better than night. And playing outside in his new play set before 7am would be a cool thing to do (can anyone see me sighing yet?). I'll tell you right now the attempt isn't working. Hell, look at what blogging dribble escapes my fingers at this hour. And I've only been awake for about an hour. Albeit coffeeless so far. Wish me luck... I'm already exhausted.
Labels: life, me, writing life
