On my choir trips, I noticed people fell into two or three camps.
The first group, got up, showered, got breakfast, and waited around for that days activities.
The second group rolled over, cursed fate, cursed morning, cursed bright sunlight, eventually got up, showered, shambled to breakfast, growled at the happy people around them, ate, complained about breakfast, complained about whatever we were going to do that day, and then waited for things to start.
If it is possible, I am a bastard child of both groups. I always wake up early. 6:00am, I’m out of bed, up and at 'em. However, I don’t like it. I may be awake and alert and heading towards getting things done, but I still bitch about it the whole way.
I don’t think my brain digs unconciousness as much as my body does.
I just got up a little over an hour ago (I was in #straightdope til around 2), just had breakfast, and am still wearing my flannel PJs with the cute pics of little porcupines on them.
Sadly, I’m in the first group. If I have to go in to work at 6am, I’m up at 5, ready to start the day. Y’all have to sympathize with Saint Zero. He has to put up with this.
Although this week, since I’ve been on vacation, I have been in the second group. And I’ve enjoyed every second.
Definitely a morning person! Even if I don’t have to, I’m often up & awake around 4am. Just don’t get between me & my coffee before you expect me speak instead of snarl and grunt. I spend about an hour waking up & mainlining coffee, then I take the dogs for a run, then I start the rest of my day.
I work late hours, but I can get up at my appointed wake-up time with little problem, despite a slight crankiness until I get my first cup of tea. But if you wake me up before I HAVE to get up, you’d better be wearing a helmet and a cup. I morph into The Evil, Resentful Nasty Bitch. Woe unto the telemarketer who calls to sell me magazines. Pity my husband who cannot find his keys. Pray for those who disturb my rest without due cause, for they have unwittingly unleashed my terrible wrath.
I am in the second camp. My husband is soundly in the first. When he’s awake, he’s awake. He can’t lay in bed after he wakes up, and he can’t sleep past eight o’clock or so, even if he wants to.
I wonder if it’s related to how you go to sleep at night? My husband is asleep within 30 seconds of laying down. I have to lay awake at least a half hour before I start to drop off.
Also, if I just go to sleep when I’m tired and wake up when I’m ready, I tend to sleep from about 4 a.m. to 2 p.m., so maybe I am just not in tune with the circadian rhythm of the rest of the world.
When I’m at school, I’m in the first group - up and getting ready by 7 whether I need to or not.
When I come home for break, I become a slug. To bed at 3, awake by 11 most days. The weird thing is, there’s no readjustment lag when I get back to school.
I’m with you, Quad. For me, when i have to wake up (i.e., school, etc.) I get up early, even though I hate it and it makes me feel ill. But on weekends/holidays, I sleep really late.
Ohmigod!! Me too!!! I’ve long since just decided that I’m nocturnal.
So, yes, that would put me in group 2. If I have class at 9:30 my alarm goes off at 8:00, then there is an hour-long angry, hateful struggle in which I repreatedly attack the snooze alarm. I try to be out of bed by 9, so I have time to make coffee, but if need be I know I can go from pjs in bed to dressed and in a classroom across campus in 8 minutes flat. I shower at night–that’s just too much to bother within the AM.
Definitely in the second group. It doesn’t matter how much sleep I get, I just feel horrible when I wake up. Over the break I was getting 15 hours of sleep a night and still tired in the mornings. As much as I despise morning people, deep down I know I just want to be one of them.
Definitely in the 2nd group.
Last year my school started at 9, this year it’s at 7:30… I’ve discovered the joys of waking up in the dark. No matter how much I try to cut down on my morning routine (I shower at night and I don’t eat breakfast( yeah I know it’s the most important meal of the day and all)) it still takes me 45 minutes to get ready.
When I have to wake up really early (especially in a strange place) I get sick. I’ts wierd.
I can’t understand why anyone would like to screw up a perfect morning by going to work when they could stay in bed. I work nights. In the morning, I pass everyone who is going to work on the way home (suckers!) and sometimes stay up until noon doing whatever I like (sometimes I’m even coherent at the end of this.)
Back when I worked days, I always overslept and was late every day. My boss hated it, I hated it, and it set the tone for the rest of the day.
