Rise and shout


I am not a morning person. Anyone who has ever lived with me--friends, family, former roommates, Master Fob--can tell you that it is fruitless to try and talk with me until I have been awake for nearly an hour. No matter how much sleep I get, although the grumpiness does increase with less sleep, I just don't like to wake up. And I usually wake up in a bad mood.

Also, over the years I have decided that the best way to avoid being too much of a wolverine in the mornings is to be able to follow my own little routine. Ideally, I like to be able to get myself out of the bed, stumble immediately to the bathroom and take a long, leisurely shower. For some reason I need a long, hot shower to really wake up and feel good about the day. Ideally this shower would be followed by a quiet bowl of cereal and maybe some time to sit in solitude and read my scriptures.

This whole routine thing is a big reason why I hate camping. You can't usually get right up and take a nice hot shower. Also, it's usually really cold in the mornings when you are camping, and you also have to eat nasty food like bacon and eggs for breakfast. Camping mornings generally are not conducive to a good mood for me.

The problem that I've had lately is that S-Boogie has no reverance for the sanctity of Mommy's routine. I'm usually kicked out of bed early in the morning by someone with a smelly diaper who is demanding "bressik". My shower time is often cut short by other people needing the bathroom so they can get ready for work, or it is interrupted by pounding on the door and a little voice yelling "Mommy, mommy" at me until I exit the bathroom. Too often, my quiet bowl of cereal is accompanied by that same little person splashing milk around. I tried getting up earlier to preserve my quite, peaceful mornings. But when I decided to get up at 7, S-Boogie decided that she needs to get up at 6:30. I don't know if I can get up any earlier than that, especially because she'd probably get up even earlier. Lately we're not sure if she sleeps at all, but instead spends the entire night crouched behind the door in a state of readiness for breakfast time.

I think what I really need to do is to find a new way to wake up in a good mood, and if I don't, then I need to find a way to avoid letting my bad mood linger throughout the day. Or maybe I should just rent the apartment next door and I'll come home each morning only when I'm cheerfully awake.

Comments

Foxy, I am completely with you. Everyone I have ever lived with and all my co-workers know not to talk to me until at least 10:00. By then I have reached maximum performance levels.
lunkwill said…
I'm also a morningphobe. And it's quite interesting to hear about s-boogie's interaction with that. I think my parents had some personal space problems with having kids that led them to be pretty uptight and distant, when not being outright hostile, and I don't want the same thing to happen to me.
Th. said…
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Does she respond to legislation?
Earth Sign Mama said…
I wonder if the gene pool has anything to do with this? Your male parental unit has never been much of morning person either. He would get up early to go to work, I would make him a hot beverage, a lunch and send him out the door. Then around 10:00 A.M. he would call and we would have a cheerful conversation that would not have been possible earlier. And even though I was doomed to life of early rising to commune with the cows, I never got accustomed to it. When I became a mother and had to arise with little ones, it was never easy even though I should have been a pro. Sleeping in just feels better.
TK said…
Instead of an alarm, I prefer to wake up to a pleasant CD. That way, by the time I'm actually awake, the music has eased me into the day. But you have to have a stereo in the bedroom, that you can set to do that. (Maybe you could play something that would put anyone too young to fix breakfast, back to sleep??)

HOWEVER, I REALLY like your idea of renting the apartment next door! Why didn't I think of that!

(I was never a morning person either, but forced myself to be, in order to raise my kids. Trouble was, I also remained a night person. I think that's called 'burning the candle at both ends'.)
Tolkien Boy said…
You could send her over to my apartment in the mornings...I'd be happy to be morning-cheerful with her.

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