I am sorry folks, but I am not a morning person.
I almost flunked Psychology 100 because it was an 8am class. Studying by sleeping with the textbook under my pillow might have been another reason. (Boys, don’t try this. It does not help you absorb the information.)
Before children, I used to sleep til noon on the weekends. As a teenager, it was usually early afternoon before I awoke. When Sexy Neck and I lived in a small French town, the grocery store would close between noon and 2pm. Most days, the crazy Canadians could be seen sprinting to the grocery store before it closed at noon for a fresh baguette or some milk.
Since having children, I have been blessed. All three of my boys wake up happy, singing, chatting, cuddling.
This morning, as I breastfed our youngest in a sleepy stupor, our oldest popped up beside the bed with this drawing:
Wow! First, who would get up and immediately start drawing? Second, how did this
nighthawk, grumpy morning person Mama get so lucky to have so much love at 6:30am.