I am not a morning person. I survived four years of early morning seminary with nearly perfect attendance. I have 5 early birds that are my alarm clock. Evan loves mornings. And I try to love mornings, to get out of bed and start my day before anyone else in the house does. And then I drag all day. I love to burn the candle light on the other end. My mind is clearer in the evenings. I always studied well in college in the late evenings. I've tried to change and my body just is what it is. I am not a morning person.
Again, my children are. They rise at the crack of dawn which means so do I. Our morning starts at 6am and if I'm lucky, I don't have to until 6:30. I remember well when Camie was a newborn and Taneal wasn't quite 2, laying in bed after a sleepless night and Taneal putting her feet to my back saying, "Up!" I remember thinking it was cute, but still not wanting to get up. I did, though. Others don't need to suffer through my morning problem.
And what brings me to this post: 6am this morning. Nathan is at my bed side. He is 13 months old and just beginning to talk, has a handful of words he says. He pulled on my covers and clearly said, "Get up!" over and over. I was sure I was imagining it until Evan nudged me and asked if Nathan really just said, "get up!" Yep. Some of his first words were to tell me to GET OUT OF BED!
Maybe in the next life I will enjoy mornings. Maybe not.
2 comments:
Steph, I feel your PAIN! I am not a morning person, either, but we also rise and shine at 6:00 am. I must say that I can not believe that Nathan is talking already! How cute is it that he wants you to get up?!
Ditto!! I am a firm believer that life shouldn't start before 8 am (maybe 7:30), and that I shouldn't be responsible to do anything major until after 9 or 10. Try as hard as I may, and I can never get myself to get to bed early enough to enjoy our 6 am wake up time either. At least we're not alone!
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