We are not morning people

As I stumbled out of my room this morning, I was relieved to find that my husband had gotten Maura ready for school. There she was, clothed, sitting on the couch.

Sitting on the couch, glaring out at the world, with one shoe on, one shoe missing, and a major case of bedhead.

We are not morning people, my daughter and I. We don’t function well in the early hours of the day. We glare out at the world, yawning, wondering why we’re not still cozy in our beds. We are alike in this.

There are tons of people who will advise you that to be the most productive, one should get up at the buttcrack of dawn, embrace the sun as it rises, and leap out of bed at full charge. I don’t know who these people are. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m married to one of those guys. One child takes after him. Maybe two now, as the new high school teen girl has decided to wake up at like 5 am every day. The rest of us don’t want to greet the new dawn. We’d rather greet eight a.m.

I think that’s what I liked most about Ireland – its timetable for life suited mine. It was okay to be out on a school night at 11 pm, because school didn’t start until 9 am at the primary level. My son’s secondary school had an “early start” of 8:20 a.m. Maura’s bus came for her at 8:45. I didn’t have to wake her until eight o’clock. Life was beautiful.

Here though, in the land of the I-don’t-even-know-what, Maura starts school at 7:45 am. High school starts at 7:30. The thought of six more years of early mornings makes me want to cry into my coffee cup.

I try to keep a schedule. I try not to flaunt bed times on the weekends. But after two years of living in Seattle-ish, and dealing with these hours, I have come to realize that I will probably never get used to the time table I’m stuck with. Over the summer, I flaunted routine, and we slept in, I stayed up later, and everyone was happy.

Which means now, in the mornings, Maura and I are stumbling about like two ships in a fog, not sure what we’re doing. We are not morning people. But someday, we’ll get to live the life of not morning people fully. Just not right now.

Maura, first day of school, Fall 2013
Maura, first day of school, Fall 2013