*Benjamin Franklin, Early To Bed, Early to Rise
I have issues.
See, my kids go to bed at 7:00 pm.
NO! That is NOT the issue.
The issue is that they get up between 5:00-6:00am EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I am NOT a morning person.
I thought for a few years that I would learn to be a morning person--that being forced to awaken bright and early day after day after day would sort of change my genetic make-up.
It has not.
I am STILL tired.
I *could* go to bed at 8:30 in order to get enough sleep, so as to bound out of bed like a little-mommy-ray-of-sunshine-even-though-it-is-still-dark-outside each and every morning.
But I won't.
See, I LIKE having a few hours to watch TV, check my email, eat whatever I want without being asked, "Mommy, what are you eating?" and to talk with my husband without small voices demanding the attention.
The fact is: I really really really like nighttime.
But staying up until 11:00 (which is our usual) makes me physically hurt come morning.
IT HURTS! My eyes hurt, my feet hurt (that is weird, I know) my neck hurts, my body HURTS!
I am trapped in a cycle of exhaustion spurred on by a 14 hour shift 365 days a year.
I NEED my nights. I feel as though I'm wasting time sleeping.
Sleeping is for pansies. Except...
Except when 5:00 am rolls around, and I am the biggest pansy there is.
Mornings are for the strong.
I am weak.
Oh so weak.
*Photo from Scrape TV
Morgan mothers by day and blogs by night. She doesn't sleep enough, but can be found musing at www.ingfamily.blogspot.com and www.thedietcokediet.com.