A redundant and obvious statement. but staying up so late at night makes for one tired (and yes, occasionally cranky) Anti-Stepford. My circadian rhythms have always been a little froggy - more akin to club-goers and scene-sters than your run-of-the-mill housewife. What can I say? I like the moonlight. ::wicked grin::
Generally speaking, I hit the lottery with the youngling as far as sleep patterns go. He's always been a pretty good sleeper, and even when he was a mewling Kewpie Doll, he would still let me sleep until 8:30-9:00am. (keep your snide comments to yourselves, jealous parents! I've heard it all ;-p) But lately, in the past few weeks, we've developed a pattern of waking earlier and earlier. I can only attribute this to one of two things. Either the Alien Invasion has begun, and my son is a Visitor in disguise, or the burgeoning Spring and earlier sunrise are turning my adorable little vamp-son into (gasp! sob!) - a morning person.
No! It can't be! What is this world coming to? Next thing I know, he'll be demanding clothes from L.L. Bean, tending to his financial portfolio, and (I can hardly bear to think it) voting Republican.
No. Not me. NOT my child.
Perhaps I'm being a little melodramatic. I DO find that these earlier mornings, while hell on my brain function and major cutting into Mommy-Time (Falling asleep, first beer in hand, blows.) are pretty damned productive. I tend to have the house tidier, and have more time during the day to get shit done, and can catch up on my Glenn Beck...
Wait. Shit, I was having a nightmare. ::slaps herself::
there, that's better. *yawn*
Listening to: Goldfrapp - Slippage