It is 6:00 AM and I am awake. I actually woke up on my own about an hour ago. This is a very rare occurrence. I am a night person by nature. My parents had second-shift jobs when I was a kid, and our household was much more alert at night. I've never outgrown it. My daughter, on the other hand, is an "early to bed, early to rise" child. If she is not in bed by 7:00 or, 7:30 at the latest, she has a meltdown of nuclear proportions. But then she hits the ground running very early the next morning (in fact, I can hear her playing in her crib as I write this). Usually, this difference in sleep style means that I regularly come away with about three hours sleep. This makes for a very grouch Mommy and wife most days.
Last night was different.
Peanut went to bed early, as usual. My husband was snoozing in front of the TV, as usual. I was nodding off over my book, and I began to say to myself, "This is crazy!". So I went to bed. At 9:00. And the Earth did not come to a screeching halt.
In fact, this morning has been great. I love being up before my daughter, I can get ready for my day, read my Bible, enjoy the quiet. I think that I'll try going to bed early all of this week, and see if the change continues to work for me.
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I've been experiencing this, too. For about a month, I've been waking between 6 and 7 a.m. I like it. I like the peaceful way my day starts, having a chance to read my blogroll, and generally getting my thoughts together.
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