I’ve mentioned this before, but I am not a morning person. I used to feel really guilty about this, but something deep inside me ‘clicked’ when I turned forty, and suddenly I quit feeling guilty about a great many things, like preferring to sleep in, hating to eat carrots, and loving coffee. I began instead to wonder why other people were wired differently.
For example, I am going to a Homeschool Support group Parent Meeting this morning. They have all sorts of wonderful workshops scheduled for the edification and enjoyment of any parent who wants to attend. Okay, cool! I am going to be there hawking Yearbook info. We have almost 300 homeschooling families in our group, and last year only 68 of them submitted pages for the yearbook. I’m hoping to drum up some more participation. But after hitting the snooze button on my alarm for the third time this morning, I came to the inevitable thought “Why couldn’t we have done this in the afternoon???”
I dragged myself out of my nice, warm, comfy bed, feeling a great sense of awe for the woman who organized this event. She has something like five kids, and the youngest is not even one year old yet! She will have to be there early, and stay late. If I was her, I’d never have even considered scheduling an event: a) on a Saturday at all and b) in the morning! But she is apparently a far more motivated and disciplined woman than I.
I’m thinking it does beg the question about the other 100+ people who registered for this: are they Morning People, too, or just willing themselves to get out of bed at the crack of dawn on a Saturday out of a sense of obligation or guilt? Could it be that there are people out there who actually enjoy getting out of the bed so early? (Let alone out of the house??) It is an intriguing thought for me. Perhaps I could take an informal poll of anyone who stops by my yearbook table today. . .
But, alas! I am up at this obscene hour of the morning, drinking my coffee, and (obviously) blogging. I can already feel a nap coming on!