Today, partially inspired by the new year and partially by this post by Emily Ley, I set my alarm for 5:30am—one hour before Jack usually wakes up. But when the alarm when off, it was snooze once, snooze twice, then crawl out of bed at a snail’s pace, wishing for warm covers and more sleep. Of course upon waking I scrolled through Instagram and saw another post of Emily’s (that girl is dang inspiring), making me painfully aware of my failure to get things going this morning. I used to be a morning person…what happened to me?!
Motherhood. That’s what happened to me. And while clearly every mother isn’t going to have the same experience, my pregnancy with Jack and his birth are the clear markers between my morning-personness and my inability to rise before the sun comes up. As I typed that, though, I realize I haven’t completely lost my morning person status. If it were summer and the sun came up before 6am, I’d have no problem starting the day. For me, it’s a sun thing. No sunshine, no wakey. Or at least, not willingly.
Regardless of my affinity for daylight awakeness, the longer I’ve been a mother, the more of a night person I’m becoming. After putting Jack to bed (he’s asleep by 7pm), I feel a kick of energy and excitement that the whole evening is mine. Perhaps that’s the big difference. At night, the time is so plentiful and the world feels like my oyster—I can relax, eat, or even work if I needed to. But in the morning, time is an unknown. Do I shower right away or later on? Do I start working or do chores (or better yet, have some quiet reflection time)? How long will that project take? Will I make too much noise and wake him up early? Man, I sound nuts.
So of course, all of this begs the question (and I’m really dying to know)—are you a morning person or a night person?