I am not a morning person. I like to stay up really late and sleep in late and wake up at 10 am. I am a mom, so that dosen't happen anymore and probably won't for another ten years. And who knows, by then the gravitational pull of the Earth may have changed resulting in me becoming a morning person. But don't count on it. It's not that I don't want to like mornings, I really do. The day is new and young and pretty. I like watching the sun flood into our living room and brighten the house. Somehow, even on days that are overcast, the sun seems to manage to visit just for a little while.
But mornings are also full of "Moooooommmaaaa! I huuuuunnnngry! I wannnnnaaa eaaaat" or "Mommamommamommamommamommamomma. I'm huuuuungry!" While these pleas for foood are cute (sort of) at 11 o'clock at night there is magically none of that. No kiddies underfoot, no cries for milk, or snacks or diaper changes, or he/she hit me. No whining, no slobber, no oatmeal stuck in your hair.
Just peace and quiet. Me and my honey getting some precious kid-free hours. Priceless time for us to hang out and be together (or get sucked into flickr) and reconnect. All of this coupled with a regular 12-12:30 am bedtime are what makes me not a morning person. I think I really do look forward to the day that I don't need the nighttime solitude and can truly appreciate and enjoy the mornings.
For now I will leave you with a scene from my life. Breakfast at my house, notice the kids have to be completely across the room from one another otherwise chaos ensues. Or rather, more chaos. Also, try not to notice our boring kitchen which will be remodeled next month, yippee!