I never thought of myself as a "morning person." It just sort of happened. Now, my wife is having to live with it.
I get up early for work...1:30 or 2am five days a week. My wife is a night owl and likes to head to bed as late as possible. Needless to say, we don't see much of one another during the week. Even on the weekend I often fall asleep by the time we get the kids to bed around 9 (if they don't stall, which they usually do) because my body clock is telling me "you should have been in bed three hours ago!"
When I want to sleep in on the weekend, I can't. I feel guilty. I like getting up early for some quiet time, to read the paper, have some tea, and check out the news online. I feel like since I miss spending time at home during the week, I only have two days to enjoy watching the sunrise, or having a leisurely breakfast. But I also like to get things out of the way early....the gym, cleaning, errands or even paying bills.
"You're such a morning person" my wife tells me. I never thought of myself as one. And there's nothing more I hate than the sound of that alarm going off in the middle of the night. But after 30-plus years in this business, working every shift imaginable, maybe it's time to face the truth, and admit my wife is right, maybe I am a "morning person" after all.