I am not a morning person. You know how people say that and then what they mean is they don’t get up at 5am? I mean that I wouldn’t even get up at 8am if I didn’t have a toddler complaining about his baby cage for 45 minutes (so, doing the math, he gets up at 7:15 and I try to ignore him right? No, I don’t ignore him. Of course not. That would be neglectful. I try to encourage him to jump out of his crib on his own, go to the fridge, get some milk, get a chair, pull it up to the counter, climb up, get a cup, pour the milk into the cup, fasten the lid, and then get back into his crib all on his own so that I can come to terms with the fact that it’s still before 10 am).
I used to work swing shift, from 3-11, and as hard on a relationship as that shift can be it was also perfectly suited to my body clock. Sleep very late, go out, work, go out later, home, asleep by 4 or 5. Now I am often drawn to the wrong side of dawn and I know it is going to hurt me in the morning because Adrian doesn’t actually know how to bust out of his baby cage yet.
You? Dealing with morning children and night-owl selves?