I am a Night Owl. Completely. Utterly. Through and Through. In fact, If I could sleep until 11am every morning and be awake until 3am – that would suit me juuuust fine. Midnight is right around my peak-waking hour.
Husband on the other hand, is a Morning Sparrow. His alarm goes off and he’s all like
“Oh HEY! MORNING!!”
I want to SMACK morning, in the face.
With a chair.
In fact, i think if husband and I lived our weeks according to our natural body clocks –
I really don’t think we’d ever see each other.
Because I am such a night owl – as evening and “bedtime” (pfft) draws near, my brain kicks into epic overdrive. There’s nothing I can do – my mind just starts thinking/plotting/planning/creating/designing/making/crafting –
which leads me to
(and yes, I have a million notebooks/books/magazines/pens/puzzles etc next to my bed to
write it down, distract myself etc. etc.)
The insomnia – it finds a way:
too many blankets.
not enough blankets.
on your back.
on your side.
on your stomach.
You probably shouldn’t wake your husband –
who has a long day ahead of him at work in the morning.
But, also –
it’s 3am in the morning and who are you to talk to?
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* the end
Foot Note: this blog post was conceptualised somewhere around 4am.
You’re freaking welcome.