I am not a morning person. I know it is very unoriginal, but it’s so intensely true to my character that sometimes I have to stop from blurting it out during introductions. Hi, my name is Kate. I don’t enjoy waking up so please don’t ever speak to me before noon.
Lucky for Waylon, he’s not a morning person either. I say “lucky for Waylon” because if he woke up at 6am, I might have to exchange him for a different baby. This morning he woke up at 10, so we’re cool.
I’ve always envied those who jump out of bed, ready to meet the day when the sun rises. I don’t know where they came from, how they got here, or why they exist–but they do, and I’ve spent my whole life trying to figure out how to get along with them.
In High School I used to shower at 5:30 just so I could go back to bed for a half hour before catching the bus at 7. In college, I never rose before noon unless I had a torture session also known as a “morning class.” When I was working, I gave myself exactly 20 minutes to throw on clothes and look professional before walking out the door. I almost always pulled it off.
The thing about sleep is that it’s awesome. You know this as well as I do, except I’m pretty sure I love it more. I’m one of those people who dream every night, all night long, and remember it. So sleep is never a waste of time, it’s a place where I can eat a tub of ice cream and then fly over to France to bump into my second grade teacher who is pregnant with triplets. It gets weird in there. I love it.
I know I’m not alone, and yet sometimes I feel like I am. More and more, mornings have become the meeting time of choice. It’s always, “Let’s catch up over breakfast!” Excuse me? Did someone pass a bill declaring breakfast the official meal of adult interaction? If so, I would like to veto that bill. Whenever someone asks me to meet over breakfast, my first thought is “what type of illness am I going to have to feign to get out of this.”
My freshman year of college I opted to be matched with a random roommate. God bless this girl, she was the happiest person I’ve ever met, especially in the morning. Because of this, we never got along. Not one day passed that I did not want to strangle her. She literally woke up with a smile on her face; singing, chatting, grinning at me like an escaped lunatic. Years later we reconciled, and by that I mean I apologized for stomping around like a juvenile delinquent.
What about you? Are you a morning person? How do you handle mornings?