Night Owls and Early Birds
May 6th, 2010
My husband isn’t a morning person. I am. It’s just one of those marital differences you learn to embrace (or at least deal with). We generally keep wildly divergent schedules. On an average night, I’m in bed by 9pm and get up at 5am. He generally stays up ’til at least midnight and doesn’t roll out until 7:30 or 8 the next morning.
If forced to arise before about 7am, the man is…well…surly. There’s no better way to phrase it. I learned after a year or so not to expect conversation until he’s had a shower.
Initially, I thought Miss Mouse had inherited my genes. She was an early riser and always awoke bright eyed and bushy tailed, perkily ready to take on the day. In recent weeks, though, she’s started to demonstrate an alarming streak of morning grouchiness that has me worried.
Take Tuesday. I went in to wake her as usual at 5:30, turning the light on dim and gently hailing her. I was greeted by a series of grunts and then a petulant “no no no” from the crib. When I looked in, she was sitting up, rubbing her eyes, and glaring at me.
Look here, kid. There will be none of that! I firmly believe that one’s morning demeanor is simply a matter of choice. You can choose to be taciturn and snarly in the morning, or you can choose to greet the day cheerfully. It is my hope that this is just a phase and not an indication of poor breeding showing through.