If I’d had more coffee, or I guess more sleep, I could write a cute little limerick or a lovely poem that expresses how I feel about mornings. But……we all know that’s just not going to happen.
I’ve always been a night owl. I get my burst of energy around 8 p.m. and for some reason adore stretching out my evenings as long as I possibly can.
Unfortunately, we all know that doesn’t bode well for someone who is usually up at 5 a.m. and has to be to work bright & early. I have a terrible habit of oversleeping and I’ve done it twice in a row this week. Even more sad is that the kids aren’t here this week to eat up most of my time in the morning so you ‘d think I’d have lots of extra time–and energy–to spare. No such luck.
Any advice for someone like me? Other than the obvious (go to bed, stupid; find a job that starts at noon; set 4 instead of 3 alarm clocks…..)
Happy Thursday everyone.