Never have been.
In fact, I'm one of those people who rolls out of bed and doesn't want to mutter a word...to anyone, until I'm fully dressed and ready for the day. I need some time. To wake up. To wipe the crusties from my eyes. To process the fact that I won't see my bed again for hourssss. It's rough, people.
So, adjusting to the sleep deprivation that comes with motherhood has been...well, kinda tough.
Rather then waking up once in the morning, it's a multiple-times-sorta-deal.
Which makes the "real" morning (ie: what I refer to as the time we actually GET OUT of bed) even harder.
I'm in slow motion. Like, majorly.
We usually come downstairs...and depending on the day, see Declan off to work. [Some days, we don't even make it downstairs until, umm...much later then 8am.]
Emeline has this spurt of coo's, smiles and giggles in the morning hours--which, honestly, is the main reason I have to get out of bed at that time [dude, I'm exhausted!]. So, if I can lay her on the playmat, turn the music on--she'll lay there and play for a good half-hour or so in the living room. Coo'ing away, batting at toys, and letting out the cutest.noises.ever.
This gives me a few moments to walk to the kitchen, open the microwave, and grab my blue and white polka-dotted oversized mug of coffee that my husband has already lovingly prepared for me. [I know, he is seriously sweet. Don't be jealous.]
You see, I used to be a casual coffee drinker. Like, you know--the occasional Starbucks--or when going out to breakfast, or those days when I used to be abnormally tired (umm, now? That's EVERYday).
Since May 10th--I'm one of those "must have coffee or I'll die" types. Okay, I won't die. But, if you encounter me before I
By this point, the little Miss is starting to let out some sounds that are a mixture between coo's and cries. If you're a mom, you KNOW what I mean. It's that sound, where--you can't exactly tell what's going on with them. They seem happy one second, next second, semi miserable. It goes back/forth, back/forth for a few minutes. I'd like to think this is the point where she's deciding her mood. Or just realizing that she should have just stayed asleep in the first place!
I pick her up. Cuddle her for a few minutes in a blanket--and she usually starts to doze off for first nap of the day. This is where I either sit on the couch and let her sleep on me, while I watch some form of lame morning TV--or where I put her in the swing to sleep, and catch up on my google reader. It just depends on the day or the moods--you know what I mean. If the coffee kicks in faster then normal, sometimes (and I emphasize "sometimes") I'll even straighten up, unload the dishwasher, or even run upstairs to get myself dressed and ready for the day.
Other times, we just lounge around the house all morning in PJ's until I decide it's time to get ourselves ready to go run errands, meet up with people, etc. [Oh, and just for the record, it IS possible for me to get ready and get out and about early if I wanted to...I've done it. But I don't prefer it much.]
Basically, I need that morning time. I like the quiet, calmness of the house during those hours. I I love the smell of the coffee lingering through the house. I even like the lullaby music coming from the swing which is the tell-tale sign for 'sleeping baby' around these parts. I like my sleepy pupster lazying around the house just like us. And that annoying morning TV quietly on in the background? I even like that, too.
Although I'm the opposite of bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the mornings...I'm growing to accept them for what they are. Because, I have years and years ahead of me of early mornings.
Anyone out there not a morning person like me? What are your coping strategies...? Do tell.