I"m not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination but I have to get up by 6am every morning so I can be at work by 7am. The irony of this fact is not lost on me. I struggle with mornings no matter what time of the year. In summer, with the nights being longer and brighter, I tend to stay up late which makes getting up somewhat of a hurdle even when it's brightly lit sunshine out there. Yet, I prefer those mornings - if I have to choose - because I tend to wake up faster and get moving faster just by benefit of having sunshine cheering me along.
In winter, (yes, I know it's not officially winter yet but still...) the dark, cold mornings make getting going almost impossible! Like any good bear, I want to hibernate and at 6am, with the morning darkness surrounding me and my comforter swaddling me like a baby, I do not want to move from my bed at all. It takes an act of valor to make that first move out of my warm cocoon. I shuffle around the house sleepily getting things ready in an almost zombie like state. Somehow, I manage to get dressed. Which is a good thing! Somehow I manage to throw together something for lunch and take it with me. And somehow, I manage to get to work on time.
I don't have a shower at home. Just a bath. The other person in my house takes a bath every single morning. The thought of submerging myself in water in the wee hours of the morning makes me shudder so I choose to bathe the night before. I eat no breakfast at home but rather take something to work to eat later in the morning. Who the heck can eat at 6am? My first cup of coffee is at work. It's all I can do to get there so stopping to make coffee is not an option for me!
I know that in a couple of weeks we'll change the clocks and there will be sun in the morning again. It won't help much. Oh, it will be brighter and all that but I'll still be grumping along in the mornings. I've been that way my entire life and it's not likely to happen now!
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