A Morning Person I Am Not

I am not a morning person - - those who know and love me will attest to this. Once my husband and his buddies took the day off from work to go skiing, arrived at our house at some dark hour, and had the nerve to converge in the kitchen and talk. My husband had left the door open and according to those present I growled at him in a demonic voice to shut the door. The boys were very amused and retell the story often; how I continue to be invited camping I will never know, guess I’m good for entertainment.

I long to be an early riser, to get all kinds of things done before lunch and relax in the evenings. I do not think I am capable of this. There’s a reason I went into theatre where the day doesn’t start until well into the evening. For years I taught parent and tot music classes that began at 9 am. I think the only reason I managed to appear perky was my long commute “to get ready to greet the day” and strong coffee. My acting skills certainly helped.


So the other night, as usual, I ask my husband to please get me up when he gets up and he’s incredulous . I mention that if he brought me coffee bedside, I may be more likely to succeed in getting up rather than hitting snooze for the next two hours. He doesn’t bring me coffee, but leaves the light on and it works.

I am up at 6:36 am! And I feel great.

I make coffee, do my AM Yoga dvd, jog with the dogs, hop on Facebook, And I’m out the door at 8:27 am to head to do some work as “Miss 1099 2009”.

Following my random tasks, I head out do run my errands. I have procured twelve pairs of scissors for a screaming deal and knocked out the rest of my shopping list. I run to the bank to make a deposit (Ahhh!! That’s the sound of hard-earned money going into my account).

I arrive home at 1 pm, make a tuna melt and sautéed spinach for lunch, work on some e-mails and curriculum tasks and I’m out the door by 2:20 for rehearsal, with a blue-ink invoice in hand.

My printer has decided that it will only print in cyan, yellow, or green, but that’s another story.

…rehearsal was exhausting and I’m feeling like I’ve lost my edge. I completely lost of control of the class, which in almost ten years of working with kids has never happened where I couldn’t get them back under control again. What am I doing wrong? I arrive home close to 6 pm, practically in tears, very uncharacteristic.

I am so exhausted from my day that I go to bed at 9:30 pm and sleep for eleven hours, getting up the next day at a more comfortable 8:30 am.

A morning person I am not.