I am attempting to reset my internal clock. Emphasis on attempting. This battle of early birds versus night owls has been active in our home for years. Articles on the needs and the benefits of following your natural sleep rhythm are all wonderful and lovely. Finally! Justified in our need to sleep in and stay up late! Well, unless you live in the real world.
The real world where husbands have to leave for work at 5:30 am, where toddlers and preschoolers love nothing more than early morning cuddles, and where colleges have classes before lunch. So I am trying to embrace the realities of life instead of fighting them to the death.
It is going really well. This morning when I heard my husband getting ready for work, I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen to pack his lunch for him and chat a few minutes before he left. Fabulous, yes? Wife of the Year? Oh, I think so.
It was a dream. No. joke. I heard his alarm. I heard him walk out of the bedroom. Then the wonders of the human brain and the sleep cycle decided to have a little fun. When I finally was awake enough to have a coherent thought, it dawned on me that it was all a dream. An hour to two had passed since he left. So much for that Wife of the Year award.
Realizing my missed opportunity I naturally jumped out of bed and charged into the morning. Or not. I might have cuddled under the blankets with a really cute toddler and an adorable, cuddly preschooler and did a bit of Bible reading. Then a couple more kiddos might have come to share the covers and slowly acknowledge the beginning of a new day. Motivation to exercise had to be uncovered. A chat here and there with an older kiddo or two.
So the battle continues. Tomorrow.
The Night Owl who is trying really hard to reform and become an Early Bird.