Saturday, I got up early to transport my dinky twinkies (That’s Texas Sassy for my twin girls) to a birthday party. Not sure who got the great idea for a morning party, but I’m usually game with things like this. Driving there, I was diverted by the girls and distracted by trying to find the place of the party.
But after finally locating the venue, and to my daughters’ delight, still a few minutes early, I had the car to myself on the way home. I was shocked that more than garage sale explorers were up that early on a Saturday morning. Granted it was beautiful. Fairly cool with a promise of later heating, and crystal skies.
But seriously, people were everywhere. Kids and teens playing basketball at a park, riding bikes, walking dogs, jogging. Adults going to or from stores and Starbucks, strolling babies, mowing, watering, planting, sweeping. Really? I had no idea such things went on so early in the day!
That’s right. I’m NOT a morning person. Well, unless you count the we hours like midnight and one that usually pass before I go to bed. No, I guess they don’t count. But those are the hours when I get my best writing done.
Now I know that FLYLADY encourages getting up with the dawn, showering, doing makeup, light cleaning, and tying on shoes. I really like it when I do all of those things and try hard to follow FLYLADY’S ideas. ‘Course my shoes get tangled up in the sheets when I lay back down, but I adjust.
SO not a morning person. I married one, but converted him to the dark side fairly quickly. I gave birth to four of them, but only one remains steadfast and chipper. (I’m beginning to think Precious Redhead was adopted when I was asleep.)
Don’t get me wrong, though. I do love the feeling of morning – especially in the spring. And no, I didn’t go back to bed after dropping my angels off. I did think about it, though.
Your turn. Early Bird or Night Owl. Which would your rather be and why?