I’m not a morning person.
I’m a hit-the-snooze-three-times person. I’m a stay-up-until-two-reading person. I’m a second-wind-at-eleven person.
But then I had a baby. Now I’m neither an early bird nor a night owl. I really don’t know what this makes me, other than rather booooring. I just know that I will take as much guaranteed shut-eye as I can get. Thus my bedtime and waketime revolve around the Little Guy’s schedule. Those first months of extreme sleep deprivation are still fresh in my mind – or as fresh as anything from those days can be.
I don’t know what will happen. Will I become an early bird? Will I go back to my night owl ways? I want a couple more hours on one side of my day or the other. Maybe when spring comes and the sun rises earlier, I too will rise earlier and glide out the door to run three miles and return, refreshed, to start the rest of my day? Maybe that’s a laughable fantasy, but it is one I’ve had for five or six years now. Maybe this is the year to make it happen! Maybe.
For now, I’ll just be happy I can start each day with these things.
Coffee. And sometimes a Green Monster smoothie. Thanks, Pinterest and Iowa Girl Eats, for introducing me to this. Spinach is now on my must-plant list for early spring.