I am not a morning person. I never have been. I left high school because of it (luckily I later got my diploma) I had one job where I worked in the morning and I didn't last too long. So I worked at night. When I went to school it was all afternoon classes. I never got up before 10... okay 11. Except on the rare occasion.
Well now I have two 1 year olds. Goodbye wonderful rest. Goodbye late mornings and even better than that late nights. I still talk to my wonderful ex (pre pregnancy ex) and he was the one I had the fun with. He goes out, he has fun, we play a little xbox live and I am telling him around 10 I've got to start wrapping it up. Maybe to some that seems late. Well he still goes to sleep the same time we used to go to sleep. 2-3 am. I miss it I tell you.
I would never trade it though. I have to get up between 7 and 8 every morning (yes I know I'm lucky, I guess they take after me) but its worth it. I've never had someone who wants to hug me every morning without fail. I've never had someone who is excited to see me everyday no matter what. I walk in their room feeling so tired, wishing it was nap time already and what do I see? Emily and Julian laughing and jumping in their cribs. I pick one of them up and get the most wonderful hug. I change them and they are so happy. Then I get to do it again.
Maybe the mornings are the hardest part of the day for me to start, but they certainly are worth it.
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