I am a Night Person, a Woman of the Dark. I function better in the evenings. I have never been a Morning Person - or if I was, it was so long ago that it has faded into the Eternal Night of my lost memories.
I do not jump out of bed perky and fresh in the mornings. I struggle into consciousness, blinking and foggy, and pull myself into a horizontal position by sheer force of will. I climb the stairs and check the kids are awake for school, and then drag myself to the fridge where I get out an orange and collapse again at the table to eat it*. If a child attempts to speak to me at this point, they will get a grunt. Perhaps a begrudging wave. I do not speak before I have had my coffee. At least not willingly. Or with any semblance of sense.
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A problem of the ages (pun intended) |
Sadly, though, it's when night falls that my powers of creativity really kick in. After eight, when the little one is asleep, and the big kids are
And then I'm on fire. From eight until way after the kids go to bed, I am
Until it is midnight, and I realise I cannot see straight, and that I am never going to be able to get up in the morning. And then I fall into bed, and two minutes later the alarm goes off, and the whole maddening cycle begins again.
It's impossible. It's intractable. There is no solution.
Can anyone else relate at all? What is one to do?
*I always eat an orange first thing in the morning (see this old post, here)