Some days I feel like I accomplish more before 9am than most people accomplish in an entire day. It’s true. Some days I’ll look at the clock in amazement (how is it only 9:12am?) because I will have already published 9 articles for yummymummyclub, written a blog post, replied to 17 emails, had two coffees, gotten a kindergartener dressed, fought with a 5th grader about her leggings-as-pants, ironed someone’s hair, poured 2 bowls of cereal, ordered two sweaters from Gap, edited some photos, taken my dog out to pee, and addressed twelve more holiday cards.
Two things I will have not done, however: showered and gotten dressed. Pure waste of precious time, if you ask me.
The funny thing is, if you were to ask me, I would tell you that I’m not a morning person. I love to sleep in, and would do it every single day if my schedule and my three kids allowed it. I would stay under the warm covers for as long as possible and not do a single thing other than smile at the glorious laziness. I am Bruno Mars, someone teach me how to dougie!
The fact, though, is that I am a morning person. Sure, I’m exhausted and I have to drag my sorry bootie out of bed after pressing snooze one too many times on my alarm—but that’s what the two coffees are for. I am fueled by them. And I am probably a morning person now by default. Is it an age thing, I wonder? Or maybe it’s the fact that I spent the better part of the last year waking up at O500 hours (What’s the O stand for? OH MY GOD IT’S EARLY.) but whatever the reason, I cannot stay up anymore. My geriatric internal clock likes to eat dinner at 5:30pm and be in bed at 10 for two episodes of Seinfeld while I work (or have really, really important conversations about which I love more: Seinfeld or Friends and about why the Jon Bon Jovi thing turned into the crazy Twitter hoopla that it did and whether or not I think that photo that he posted about heaven looking a lot like New Jersey looks a little bit like my brother-in-law Joe and about the season finale of Dexter (OH MY GOOD GOD) and about the season finale of Survivor (OH MY GOOD GOD) and how there’s no way I’m going to spoil the shows for people who are sadly behind but still OH MY GOOD GOD I need to talk about them and why aren’t there rules in place for when you ARE allowed to talk about shows because, really, isn’t it the person’s own fault for not having seen the episode yet?!? And also where does the word hoopla even come from? And why people don’t ever leave me comments anymore…I mean, my post about Emily wanting to be a doctor was GOLD and then there was the post about me basically being Amish, complete with pictures of me and Jude Law being Amish? I mean, you guys. I get it…you want posts about feeeeeeeelings.) on my laptop and then a back-to-back Stewart and Colbert love fest, only I rarely make it through the entire Colbert episode. It’s okay, though, because I prefer Jon Stewart.
I AM OLD.
Are you a morning person or a night person?
Also, I prefer Seinfeld to Friends. *ducks*
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