22 Jan

I am not a morning person.

I repeat:  I am NOT a morning person.

In fact, I have mastered the art of “five more minutes-ing” myself until 7:15 am every morning – at which point I roll out of bed, wash my face, brush my teeth, do my hair, get dressed, pick out earrings, put together my stuff for the day, grab coffee and breakfast and am out the door by 7:30 to get to Emory in time for my 8:00 class.

It is quite remarkable, actually.  I am starting to think I have pushed my limit one too many times and am inevitably going to be late at some point throughout my final semester.

Except I HAVE NO 8:00 CLASSES THIS SEMESTER.  This, my friends, is victory.

Where was I?  Oh right, I am NOT A MORNING PERSON.

And yet, this morning, I rolled over (sans alarm) to the sound of Bruce grumbling under his breath as he got back into bed.  I asked him what time it was, he told me almost 5:30.  Then I started to hear something … some sort of noise … music? … no … drums? … possibly … hip hop rap with a heavy bass line?  BINGO!!  I said (okay, more like whispered in a pathetic “I am NEVER AWAKE THIS EARLY kind of way”), “Is that the neighbors?” (Meaning, the neighbors who are notorious for playing this music on the weekends.  Annoying?  Yes.  Tolerable on the weekends?  I suppose.  5:30 in the morning?  Ummm … )

Bruce grumbled, “Yes,” and proceeded to turn on the radio on our TV to try to “show them.”  And this would have been a brilliant idea … except for the fact that Dave FM playing Taylor Swift really doesn’t have the same effect as “thud – bump – bump – thud, THUD … thud – bump – bump – thud, THUD.”

He quickly realized this and turned his attention to iTunes on his iPod, where he was bound and DETERMINED to find the name of the song that was playing.  Why?  I wasn’t too clear on this part.  Remember it was 5:30 in the morning.

And have you forgotten?  I am NOT A MORNING PERSON.

So at 5:45 he declared victory (similar to my victory over no 8 am classes, only his involved a fist pump and mine involve reading in a corner until 9:30 when my class actually starts) when he found the song and decided to celebrate by going for a run.

A run.

At 5:45 in the morning.

Why?  You may ask.  Because it wasn’t raining.  That was the answer I got, anyway.  Well – perhaps, I got a more detailed explanation.  But it was 5:45 am and I am NOT A MORNING PERSON.

So Bruce gets out of bed, puts on his running clothes, makes me coffee (just call him Prince Charming) and heads out the door.  I contemplated going back to sleep after he left but decided in the end that falling back asleep for 45 minutes would just give me a headache and make it difficult to get through the day.  I poured myself a cup of coffee and started to check my e-mail (in other words glance at my e-mail, decide there were too many attachments to open on my iPod and settle in to read blogs for 45 minutes).

As the coffee started to kick in, I began to have an epiphany.  Oh, the THINGS YOU CAN GET DONE WHEN YOU WAKE UP AT 5:30 IN THE MORNING.  I am not even joking.  By checking my e-mail (ahem reading blogs) before I left for school, I got to school and didn’t have to check e-mail, blogs, news, etc. and therefore read 50 pages before my 9:30 class, leaving me time in between classes to work on something else, rather than scrambling to get my reading done.  Not to mention the fact I didn’t have to rush through getting ready, I remembered things like my water bottle and lunch, I made my husband an egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast AND I got to watch the first hour of the Today Show.

I walked through the day proclaiming my new found love of mornings to everyone I talked to.  That’s right – LOVE.  I began to think that maybe – just maybe – I could be a morning person after all.

Until 8 pm.  At which point, I crashed into a wall.  Not literally, of course.  I was haphazardly working on some ordination stuff when my phone rang (it was my dad, ‘Hi Daddy!!’) I answered it, laid on the couch to talk for awhile and that was it – I was horizontal for the night.  There would be no going to the gym, no watching Burn Notice with Bruce, no doing the dishes (luckily I pulled the ‘ole “I cooked, can you take care of the clean up” eyelash flutter routine and Bruce took care of them) and no homework for the rest of the night.  I was officially exhausted.

This being a morning person stuff is harder than I thought.

I’m going to bed.  Goodnight y’all – tomorrow is “going to be beautiful.”  (“Going to be beautiful” is Bruce’s contribution – he is reading over my shoulder and I had been staring at a blinking cursor trying to finish the sentence, “Tomorrow is …” for at least five minutes.  It is officially time for me to go to bed.)

3 Responses to “Yawwwwwn”

  1. Katie January 22, 2010 at 2:58 am #

    I'm not a morning person either. The only time I liked them was when I used to pull all nighters in college and it meant I was that much closer to crashing on my bed. haha.

    But you are so right, when I do have to wake up extra early, I'm always amazed at what I get accomplished. Well, Spencer gets up at 7:30 and I still don't get too much accomplished! So I have to get up super early if I want to get something done- and that rarely (never) happens anymore 🙂

  2. Melissa January 22, 2010 at 4:34 pm #

    I am the same way!! NOT a morning person!!! I am going to bed a bit earlier – & that's helped me to get up at say – 730 or 800 – but i still am not happy getting up at 6:05 for work & have also mastered the snooze button! Except i have been late lately to work – which has to stop!!

  3. Leslie @ A Blonde Ambition January 22, 2010 at 7:25 pm #

    Haha, I'm SOOOOOO not a morning person either! I always jokingly told people that I should work a night job, lol. Ironically, my day begins at 6:30 a.m….sigh…

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