This is a new thing for me. I get up in the morning. Early. 6 o’clock, early.
Not because I need to journey to the bathroom (which is now the weird basement toilet, but more about that at a later date) as in my pregnant days.
Not because I’m developing insomnia (thank God!)
Not because I need to go milk the cow.
Because I want to. I am finding myself excited to go to bed at the same time as Darren, usually about 10, just so that I can wake up early the next morning. Am I sick? What’s going on? It’s been 11 straight days. By day 5 of waking up early (that was a Friday), I already loved it so much that I decided to do it on Saturday and Sunday, too. WHO AM I? I am a night owl. I regularly stay up until 1 on a work night. I …
Friends. I am a (gag) morning person.
Now an excerpt from last Friday – day 5 as noted above.
Exhibit one: my breakfast at 7:00 a.m.
Exhibit two: Darren and Dennis’ breakfast at 10:15 a.m.