For the moment I like mornings but this is quite new. Most of my life I hated mornings and only woke up around noon. Before that I walked around like a sleep walker and filled myself up with coffee.
When I were a child I had to get up for school and then for work but on week-ends I could sleep. But unfortunately there was my father who belonged to the persons locked in a corset full of principals and who forget to live.
Therefore I had to sit at the breakfast table each sunday at 9 am ! Even when I had been out and came home late, that didn't matter, sunday breakfast time was sacred. So for peace sake I got up sitting with them at breakfast table at 9 h (not a minute later) nibbled a little bit at the food, drank some coffee and disappeared in my bed again. I had done what was important for well educated people. My father didn't care at what time I came home or what I had been doing, it could have been 4 or 5 am, the most important thing was, being at breakfast table at 9 ! Useless to say that since this time I hate breakfasts !
When I lived alone I savoured the fact that I could sleep as long as I wanted to and before noon I wouldn't leave my bed. No breakfast at 9 and no principals. It was the same in the first years of our mariage. The only must in our lives was our work, where we had to respect time, but on weekends we just did what we wanted, getting up when we wanted, eating when we wanted there were no hours. My father found that a gipsy living way and was shocked, but I prefer to be a gipsy then being full of principals that would spoil my life.
But then came the baby and finished was the gipsy life ! Now I had to get up and very early ! And I started to dream about the time he would get older and let me sleep.
Indeed, he became older and went out, and he slept until 11 or 12 and as I had suffered so much with principals, I didn't say anything, just was jalous that he could sleep and I not anymore. I just had got so into the routine of getting up early that I couldn't sleep any longer.
I were furious about myself, because I woke up around 7 as if I were still working. It was bewitched ! Then I decided not to be angry with myself any more but to stay in bed until 10 at least and reading books. Which I did. I "ate" books like a tiger bolts his meal.
The worst thing was that my son made fun of myself because I got up with the birds ! Of course he didn't realize that somewhere it was his fault ! Now I am rubbing my hands silently with a sadistic smile and wait for my revenge ! The day will come when he will be a dad and then HE has to get up early and is not allowed to sleep any longer and even has to get up sometimes during nights. Hee, Hee !
Since I started blogging, now I appreciate the mornings I get up more and more earlyer so that husband and son are convinced that I am crazy. Maybe, but I feel good. Sometimes I am already sitting at my computer at 4 pm when others are just going to bed. I don't go to bed as early as a chicken, no it's always around 10/11h, but I can't stay in bed any longer.
And how people change during their lifes ! Mr. Gattino for example who never looked at a watch during the first years of mariage has become a walking watch ! Now that he is retired he became as ponctual as a train (are trains still punctual ?) . I don't care, as long as he doesn't bother me with breakfast and prepares the percolator in the evening and doesn't want to have lunch on the table at noon. I prepare supper at 7 because I am also hungry.
Maybe in a couple of years I will blog in the evenings and sleep until noon again who knows ?