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July 17, 2014 - Jennifer Brookens
Up until about a year ago, I hated getting up early. Even though I've been doing so for the past decade or so thanks to having children.
Today, I was up by 5 a.m., an hour before my alarm and maybe two hours if I wasn't forcing myself to attempt to exercise. This has been the average for me for the past year or so. Still not a fan of it, but now it's just habit. Both my children are now old enough they sleep in (The Girl is even preparing for her teenage years by sleeping as late as possible) and now that the husband is off the early riser mandate, he is enjoying that extra 2 and a half hours that I used to get once upon a time.
But now I'm up early even without the alarm. My parents were always early risers and I never "got it." I still don't honestly. I just know I'm up, no one else is around, and if I want to exercise without humiliating myself, catch up on my blogging (yes I know it's been neglected) or look up potential birthday/Xmas gifts online without a nosy little snoop popping over my shoulder, this is the time to do it.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the spectrum, the rest of my familly seems like they could carry on all night, while I'm belly-flopping onto the couch and konked out by 8:30 p.m. I don't know if I'm just getting old (no comments from the peanut gallery!) or if the day-to-day running is just that wearing on me. I foolishly thought that once the children were out of the Pampers stage and in school full-time, that things would be less hectic. Alas, summertime - where all activities are crammed into a three-month time span - was not entered into the equasion until I realized I was working around 4 or 5 different schedules...
Perhaps that is why I'm now an early riser. It's the only way I can get a head start...
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