Are you a morning person or a night person?
I used to think I was a night person, but it’s become apparent to me since adding my third child to the mix that I am most definitely a morning person.
In the mornings I’m refreshed, even if I haven’t had any sleep. I haven’t had to listen to anyone (except maybe a baby) crying. I haven’t had to refill a sippy cup three times within one hour. I haven’t had to mediate arguments over who’s the rightful owner of that headband or those crayons.
That stretch of darkness, even if it’s only a few hours long, is enough to revive my sanity. I awaken (or not) with sufficient patience to chase children in and out of the shower, brush tangled hair carefully, and start refilling sippy cups once more. And I can do it all with a sense of humor.
The witching hour still exists even when kids aren’t babies anymore. By late afternoon, everyone’s hungry and tired, and at least one of us wants a glass of wine. It’s even worse when I have to cart them all to activities like swimming lessons and soccer practice. By the time we get home, my patience is long gone, along with my sense of humor.
I try so hard to maintain a calm, carefree exterior, especially when we’re out in public. No need to make a spectacle of ourselves, right? But when it’s been a long day already, and I’ve forgotten a key dinner ingredient, so I have to hit the grocery at the same time that half the town is there too, and the stupid self-checkout machine keeps giving me lip (“Please put the item in the bag…Please put the item in the bag…Please put the-” that automated voice repeats calmly while I curse under my breath: “I put the [bleep]ing item in the [bleep]ing bag! SHUT UP!”), I start to lose it.
And while a shrieking three-year-old draws enough stares from strangers as it is, a shrieking thirty-six year-old would prompt people to dial 911. So I bite my tongue, and then I go home and put on Dora and pour myself a glass of wine.
Meanwhile, in the mornings, unless I’m running really late – and I’m talking “we’ve got to leave in five minutes and I haven’t even gone pee yet” kind of late – I’m calm, cool and collected. I don’t even need a cup of coffee to start my engines. Just the refreshment of having been “off duty” for the last few hours is enough for me.
Yep, definitely a morning person.