I am not a morning person, never have been & probably never will be. I've always said that the phrase "good morning" is an oxymoron and I rarely say it. Often when people say it to me, I don't reply or just say hey. It probably comes across as rude, when really I don't feel that way. I just don't have the desire to say much before 9:30 or 10 am. I haven't slept that late in who knows how long and probably wouldn't even if no one woke me up. I just need a few hours to adjust to being awake before I'm verbal.
When we had Grant, I knew that sleep as I had known it in the past was over. He has had ups and downs with sleep, but he's always been a late sleeper just like his mommy and daddy. Since he's been in his big boy bed, his mornings seem to start earlier and earlier, but it's a small price to pay for getting to sleep alone again. Claire added a new twist to things and sleep once again was hard to come by. At around 6 or 7 weeks, she started sleeping through the night and I thought we had turned a new corner. She did that until the week I went back to work. Since then, every night has been a new adventure. The nights she actually sleeps all night, Grant doesn't and vice versa.
It's been a very exhausting few weeks, especially because I'm having to get up no later than 5:20 to get everything that needs to be done done. The upside is that I've discovered mornings are wonderful things. I can be so productive with no one to bother me or mess up right behind me. I can start getting things together for dinner that night, pick up, empty the dishwasher or dryer, etc. etc. Don't get me wrong, I'd still rather be sleeping, but there is something beneficial to being an early riser. One of these days, I'm hoping that we'll all get on a regular schedule and at least I'll know how much sleep I can reasonably expect to get. I know there will still be those nights when someone is sick or whatever, but hopefully they will be the exception rather than the rule!