Ugh. I hate these days. I hate days when I'm such a grouch and I'm all "oh-woe-is-me."
It all started last night. I was tired exxxxx-hausted from a very productive day. And despite all my happiness about finishing just about everything I needed to... all I wanted was some slumber, some good and deep zzzzz's.
I had to get up to substitute this morning and forgot to set the alarm. BUT luckily the hubby took care of that... because I'm married to a morning person that has an incredibly sensitive internal clock that just "knows when to get up." Ugh.Oh AND: Just for the record - its annoying to non-morning people to talk about how well your internal clock works. Don't you think that if I could get mine to work, it would be in tick-tock shape by now?! (I hope you like my lame attempt at a joke)
So, I absolutely HATE being such a crank in the morning. The worst part is when the hubby is having a particularly bright-sunshine-ran-3-miles-already-caffienated-by-6-AM(!!!) morning & he wants to have a conversation with me. Me?? Where I'm I??? I'm still in bed, cuddled and cozy under the covers, trying to soak up every last ounce of sleep and darkness I'm allowed to have.
I'm trying to defend my right to sleep in until the very last moment, of course! You know you know that moment, the one that is just before the I-have-no-time-to-shower-I-am-so-gosh-darn-late one! So I snap at him. Probably some remark about how he just doesn't respect my sleep... and he whips out of the room grunting about how he wishes I was a more pleasant person in the morning. What he doesn't (but hopefully now does) know, is that I do to! I sooooo wish I could be that person. The one that has already done her workout for the day and has had the sufficient nutrients from her oh-so balanced breakfast. I just don't think its going to happen for me. I wasn't blessed with pleasantness before 9:00.
I just love sleep. I love everything about it. I love going to bed tired. I love to snuggle into the most comfortable spot, take a deep breath, lay your head on the perfectly cooled pillow, and doze off. [Despite the night terrors my sleep has grown accustomed to (but thats a different story for a different day)]
I guess my point is... There are two types of people in the world. Morning people and Not-so-morning people. And although I will always try hard to be a morning person, I'm just as fine with it if it turns out that I am in fact not. So, if you are married to someone that has an opposite "morning personality" just cut them some slack. Indulge a couple morning conversations, if you happen to be married to Mr. or Mrs. sunshine. But if you are married to a Mr. or Mrs. Crank Pants (a.k.a. Kate) just be patient with them... give them a few minutes to come to terms with the fact that they have responsibilities and absolutely have to get up. For me, I'm grieving the passing of the night. It goes by too quickly and comes back too slowly.
Thats it for now! I'm off to enjoy my sleep. The hubby has a 3-day weekend, courtesy of his hard work... and it is his b-day weekend! So I've got a couple surprises, but you will have to wait until after the 25th to hear those! (Baby.. you didn't think I was going to give them up that easy did you?)