No matter what time I go to bed on the weekend I wake up early. We are a family of little sleep (or it just feels that way). My husband has memories of “allnighters” in his college days. Our son has never slept well, and still as an adult he doesn’t require much sleep. It seems like I’m the only one who actually loves to sleep, and requires any to function the next day.
I have to laugh because when I wake up I’m AWAKE, I mean wide awake. Even though I’ve been married for 23 years my husband still looks at me in the morning like I’m an alien. He’s a sloooowww waker upper (yes I know that’s not proper English). When I start talking he looks at me with this weird glazed over look and then gets the coffee started. Our son on the other hand is grouchy when he first wakes up, unless he wakes up on his own then he’s more like me. In a good mood and ready to go.
I think internal clocks are are amazingly weird. It’s funny how every morning shortly before my alarm goes off I wake up, wide awake. Even on the weekend I wake up early. I try to get back to sleep but by then my mind is set on things that need to be done. I just cannot sleep any longer, sigh. Even the doggie is ready to wake up the world…bark, bark, bark. She runs outside to join the squirrels, birds and the one wild rabbit that we oddly have.
I remember when I was younger I stayed at my Grandparents quite a bit and my Grandma (I had to call her Mom-she wouldn’t answer to Grandma until you were a GREAT grandchild) She would be up by 5:30 or some crazy hour and in the kitchen making breakfast. I remember the coffee percolating and the smell of something wonderful, like homemade biscuits and gravy. She never made anything fancy but she was a great cook. What great memories. I can easily see myself doing this same thing with our grand-kids, when we have them (or better said, when my son gets married and his wife has kids). I love the mornings and I love to cook.