There was a time when I would stay up all night and sleep during the day. Summer vacations when I was in high school, I’d wake up around 3 PM, watch MTV (when they still played music) until the parents got home, eat dinner with them, stay up reading and watching TV all night, go out and watch the sunrise, and go to bed when my parents left for work. It was wonderful. Now I get up at 6 and go to bed at 9. 9:30 when I’m really up late. Partly it’s some of the medication that I’m on, partly it’s because I am am in school and have to get the kids to school before time for me to start, and partly it’s because I’m just older and this is the schedule that I’m on.
I must admit that, on the weekends when I get up early (despite my best efforts to the contrary), I am able to get homework done relatively quickly. I grab a cup of coffee, take it down to the computer and start in before couch inertia captures me. Once I sit on the couch, I’m done. I won’t get to anything before late morning or afternoon. I will sit and drink a couple of cups of coffee and read the morning away.
I don’t mind getting up early anymore. I used to resent having to wake up at all before I felt like it. Now I get up by 6:30 even on weekends. It gives me a little time before the kids are up to either relax, or get some stuff done without, “Mom!” echoing in the background.
I’m not quite sure how I became more of a morning person. I guess it was just out of necessity. I had to bounce awake and hit the floor running because of the kids. When they were little they were both morning babies. They loved waking up early and were happy as could be, wanting Mommy’s attention and time to play. I got myself used to that and quickly realized that that was going to be my life from now on until I retire at least. I have to get up before them so that I can wake them up in the mornings – and now neither of them is a morning person. (little stinkers!) Now I just wonder what’s going to happen when I get put on night shift because I’m the new woman in the hospital. That’s going to totally mess me up. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Anyway, getting up early isn’t as bad as I always thought it was. I’m not saying I relish getting up at 4 AM to go to clinicals (and eventually, work) – I’m much better around 6 – but I can do it as long as I go to sleep early enough. I feel like my parents though, getting up at 5 and going to bed at 8. I’m getting there.