When I was working, I went to bed at 10 pm, got up at 5 am, went to work by 6 am, got off at 2:30 pm, and had most of the afternoon to do things. I work well in the mornings and less well in the afternoons. That made me a morning person, right? But I was tired a lot of the time and looked forward to the day that I could sleep until I was rested before I woke up.
Since I retired, I’ve become a night owl. I still work well in the mornings, but come afternoon, I’m pretty worthless. When suppertime rolls around, I get back a little energy and by 10 pm, I’m ready to get back to work. So some nights, I’m up until 1:30 or 2:00 am writing or doing other stuff on the computer. Hubby is good to me and lets me sleep until I wake up about 8:30 am. I appreciate that.
Being who we are, of course Hubby does things differently. Any time after 7 pm, he goes to sleep sitting on the sofa watching TV with the remote in his hand. If I try to get the remote from him, he wakes up and asks “what are you doing?” Um, trying to change the channel to something I like to watch. No such luck. He backs up the DVR to see what he missed while sleeping (which I’ve already seen) and he promptly falls back asleep. Nearly every day about 3:30 or 4 am, he’s up for the day.
This schedule may seem problematic to some, but I think it works great. Hubby gets several hours of quiet time in the early mornings and I get my quiet time late at night. I love my quiet time and get a lot of writing and reading done during those times. Sometimes I even get the remote and get to watch whatever I want to watch on TV.
It didn’t take me long to turn from a morning person to a night owl. As long as I get my beauty sleep, what does it matter?
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