This was yesterday’s writing prompt from NaBloPoMo, and I am using it today, because I’m on Day 2 of Noticeably More Cranky Than Usual, and what I’m really thankful for is the fact that it’s Friday and every second is a second closer to quitting time.
Prompt: Are you a morning person or a night owl?
I am a night owl in a family of night owls in a morning person’s world.
If I had my druthers, I would get up later, workout after work, eat a later dinner, and stay up until… oh 11 p.m., midnight. Possibly later. I would construct my day to match my internal clock.
However, since I am a grown up, I have managed to become functional in the morning, if not a morning person. I have even managed to become a person who gets up about three times a week earlier than I ever wanted to in order to actually work out. I AM STILL DOING THIS, AND I AM IMPRESSED WITH MYSELF.
Also, let’s face it, until a certain age (probably adolescence), children are morning people. So in some ways, it’s good that I’ve worked full-time jobs that have required my transformation into a morning person who had to be dressed and someplace by 8:30 or so in the morning. It helped immensely with motherhood, and becoming adjusted to the early morning needs of my progeny.
As my children have gotten older, though, the night-owl natures of their parents — Dan is more of a night owl than I am — has become evident in their own temperaments. They want to stay up late — past 10 p.m. if they can. They do not like to be awoken. Mornings are full of drama and dragging feet. Weekends are fine — God bless my children, they usually do not wake me up too early, and the girls even ask if I’ve had coffee before they get too outrageous with their demands. And this fact — that we are night-owl parents of night-owl children — is pretty much the reason we hire a nanny in the summer.
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Red Pen Mama 