Not a Morning Person

Grumble grumble darn early-rising kids grumble.

Sorry if I seem a little cranky, but my two sons and my dog have been trying to get me up since about 6:30 this morning.

I should be grateful, I suppose — there have been many days when they’ve decided 5:30 a.m. is a more appropriate wakeup time.

I love them all very dearly, but if they plan on waking my wife and me at that hour, I really wish they wouldn’t also keep dragging me out of bed at 4:30 a.m. because they can’t sleep or because they need a cup of cold water or because they need someone to find a key stuffed animal and reassemble their bed-top fort.

Left to my own devices, I’d rather stay up half the night and get up sometime around, oh, 8 or 9 a.m. — especially on a day like today when I don’t have to go in to work. I also realize that this whole morning-person/night-person thing is largely a matter of conditioning, and if I simply trained myself to go to bed earlier, I’d have an easier time getting up and blah blah blah.

Yeah, I’ll get right on that. But for now, my wife (bless her) is up and has the kids occupied, and I’m gonna go hit the snooze alarm.

Article © 2009 by Michael Duck