Are you a night owl or an early bird?
I am a night owl. I love staying up late. I'm guessing that it's a mom thing because I sure see a lot of women online catching up on emails in the late hours of the night. (You know who you are.)
I just get started around 11:00 p.m. and I can go for hours. My teenagers are the same way -- but it wasn't always the case. When they were little, they were early, early birds! I remember being fast asleep and getting the feeling that someone was staring at me. I would open one eye, and there was Claire, standing by the bed, in the wee hours of the morning. She would say "Is it time to get up yet?" I'd say "No Claire, when you see the sun, and the birds start to sing, it's time to get up." I'd roll over and go back to sleep. She'd go back to her room and play. She was kind like that.
As you might guess, being nocturnal doesn't work out to well if you are married to an early bird. Matt is an early bird. He loves going to bed at 9:00 p.m. and waking up at 5:00. He even gets up early on weekends. It drives him nuts that we don't like to follow the early bird routine. Sometimes on Saturdays, he shakes the Owlets and says "What are you doing still asleep -- it's 7:30 for heaven's sake! He's completely given up on me. Now when he sees me sleeping-in, he just rolls his eyes. (But in my defense, I was busy as a beaver while he was in dreamland.)
The Early Bird rules at our house, the lights go out at 10:00. On weekdays, I'm fine with that -- he has a real job and needs to be on the road by 6:00 for the long commute into San Diego, and the kids have school. But on weekends, not so much. Sometimes I want to stay up late and watch movies -- he wants to get up early and ride his bike.
But, when Matt's out of town, well that's another story -- anything goes. I can stay up as long as I want. And I do. I love it. I get SO much done. Probably because there are no interruptions. My kids are sleeping, my dog is sleeping, and so is the rest of the town -- except for the Pechanga gamblers down the street.
Last night, I stayed up until 2:00 making jewelry, folding laundry, and reading a good book that I just couldn't put down -- Pope Joan. It's my second time around reading Joan, but it seems like a new book since I first read it about 10 years ago and can't remember a thing about it -- except that it was good.
I finally forced myself to sleep because I knew I'd have to get up in a few hours and drive the car pool. Just as I hit R.E.M., I got a butt call from the Early Bird. Only it wasn't early in India, it was late afternoon -- 3:00 p.m. approximately. With a groggy voice, I whispered in the phone --- "Maaaaatttttt. Maaaattttt, your butt is dialing!!!" He didn't even hear me because he was busy chatting way with someone else -- a man with an Indian accent. It's kind of funny listening to the conversation on the other end of a butt call -- not so funny when you are half asleep.
I'm thinking about giving him a call tonight at 2:00 a.m. He will just be finishing with lunch, and I will be getting ready to go to sleep -- the Early Bird and the Night Owl at opposite ends of the world, meeting in the middle.