I WOULD hate anyone who is a ‘morning person’. The problem is my daughter is one...
She bounds in at 6am (if I am lucky), smiling, full of the joys of spring, chatting and asking me to read her book to her.
Now bear in mind I have been awake for precisely five seconds at this point.
Reading a book at that stage is not exactly the first thing I think of doing.
Because I am decidedly NOT a morning person. I need slightly more than five seconds to get my head around the fact it is morning.
I need a few minutes to come to terms with the fact I am not going to get any more sleep, drag myself out of bed, put the kettle on and then wake up.
But my daughter must have a ‘morning person’ switch.
She needs no such ritual – and in so many ways I envy her in having that bit of get-up-and-go I lack, except of course when I need to.
My son is not a morning person which is something to be thankful for or else I would have two bouncing children to deal with at a too-early-in-the-morning time.
Unlike his sister, my son will stagger into my room looking like an extra from a zombie moving.
With his eyes barely open, and his hair sticking up, he will pour himself into the bed next to me, cuddle in and wake up slowly.
Perfect. Especially on the occasions he wakes up before his sister and he is quite happy to cuddle, have the television on and come to terms with the fact it is the morning at the same pace as me.
Not so perfect when I have cuddly boy on one side of me and bouncing girl on the other side.
But it just goes to show how different we all are in the morning.
The thing which has always puzzled me is the assumption we are all either a ‘morning person’ or a ‘night owl’.
I’m pretty sure I’m neither because I am rubbish in the evening as well.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have fallen asleep while watching a DVD in the evenings.
So I guess this makes me a ‘day person’ then? Well there is always one who has to be different, isn’t there!