By Contributing Mama Erin K. Butler
There are many things in this world that I believe I could do if I put my mind to it. But no matter how hard I try there are three things I am pretty sure will never happen.
1. I will never be an Olympic athlete…unless reading Goodnight Moon becomes a legitimate sport.
2. I will never look like super model. Or even a regular model. Maybe a hand model…but even those odds are slim.
3. And…I will never be a morning person.
Now I realize that waking up before the sun isn’t exactly on the same level as an Olympic athlete or a super model, but I was born a night person. Given the choice, I’ll pick sunsets over sunrises any day. My second wind kicks in around 8pm and most nights I am up until nearly midnight. Now normally these hours don’t really jell with being a mom but this is my child at 6 am:
And at 7:30 am:
Yes, I have been blessed with super baby. Who, on most mornings, sleeps until 8am.
Sometimes until 8:30 am.
It’s ok. I would hate me too.
My girlfriend Angela, who has three children under the age of seven, wakes up a good two hours before me to get her day started. If anyone needs more rest it’s her, yet while I am still in my deep sleep cycle, she will whip up a pot roast for dinner, do four loads of laundry, and create three new pieces for her Etsy shop.
Of course, I do stay up later than her at night, but in my child free hours I am not that industrious. After dinner, a few emails and a quick status update on Facebook is all I can handle before I settle into watch who pulls a big number on “The Biggest Loser.”
Maybe if I did this whole “morning thing” I would get more done. So I decided to give it a try.
6:00 am: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze. Snooze again. Snooze again. I hit snooze so many times the alarm automatically resets, turns off and I go back to sleep.
6:00 am: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze several times until my husband throws a pillow at me and tells me to move it or lose it. I choose to lose it, shut off the alarm and go back to sleep.
6:00 am: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze…six times until my husband gets up, fumbles for the off button, finally gives up and unplugs the alarm. I was asleep before the clock went blank.
After three days, I become cranky and called my trial period O-V-E-R.
It was a valiant effort but when I really think about it there is no need to change who I am. It’s all part of my “charm” – charm that just doesn’t show up much before Regis and Kelly.
I always dreamed of having a child that would like to sleep in as much as me…and here she is.
Plus, I know my night owl preferences will eventually come in handy down the road when I am baking those last minute cupcakes for a school birthday party, helping to tweak a science project gone array or washing the pink shirt at 11pm she must! wear! tomorrow!
So I am going to keep my life status quo and continue to be the envy of every early rising mom out there.
I’ll save the sunrises for vacation…ok, let’s be honest; I am not getting up early on vacation either.