In reference to my post last night:
I am feeling a little less guilty about being a night owl. My Mom says this:
Sarah, I know it is early in the evening to send this email, but I just wanted to say that I hope you haven’t inherited this tendency, cause it really is a worse struggle than people have who fight compulsive food issues. Apparently John and Nisie have it too (my aunt & cousin). Sometimes I think it is a “difficulty in transitioning” issue, or an escape from performance issue: definitely a need for private time.
Valerie (maybe no one will no I am your mommy)
And then my Great Aunt (and my namesake), who I might add is totally hilarious, had this to say:
Sarah, just read your complete blog. I love it! I’m convinced that being a night owl runs in families. I have it and now my grandson has it. I can name several other relatives who have the same trait. Diane Ayers and I practically never went to bed when we vacationed together, and Mildred and Donald are night owls and so is Donnie Vick. I’ve always figured I am the worst morning person, but have gotten better as I’ve aged. George once told me he was sure I was the only person who could cook breakfast in their sleep. I remember that I didn’t have enough strength in my hands in the mornings to lift an iron frying pan. Sad to say I still love to stay up late. I’m sure all the good stuff happens while I’m asleep. I never got over knowing I couldn’t get anything done until the kids were asleep; so my mind is programmed to work better at night. I made the comment, in front of Dale, to Phil and Diane that I am such a night person that I should have been a prostitute, to which Dale responded, “you would have been a good one”. (Spoken like a devoted child.) Anyway, don’t people who wake up all bright eyed just annoy you to pieces? Much love to all, Sarah C.
So I guess it is genetic and I am just predisposed to have this condition. Too bad.
But my friend Angela says this:
So, should I email you every day to see what time you got up?
I used to be a night person…stayed up until midnight every night. Then I started getting up 30 minutes before my earliest rising child. I would hop in the shower and then have my coffee. As hard as it was, it REALLY made a difference in my day. Mostly my attitude. Gradually I started going to bed earlier because I was tired….just not getting enough sleep. Now I LOVE and I mean LOVE the mornings. Kids are grown but I get up anyway and enjoy the morning on the patio or in the winter, in front of the logs. Can’t wait to check in to see if it changed life for you. Keep us posted!
So I have some hope and I’ll keep trying.