Early Bird

I've been trying this new thing:

Early to bed, early to rise.

Supposedly, if Ben Franklin isn't a liar, this will make me healthy, wealthy, and wise.

So far, it's just made me tired, grumpy, and needing to close my eyes.

Ever since the kids and I moved, I've noticed a disturbing trend. We don't seem to wake up as quickly or as easily. I think, and this is just a theory, it's because we're now living on a very quiet street and our windows don't face east. And also because the house is chillier which means we're very cozy in our warm beds.

Once we get up, we tend to stumble over each other and can't seem to get ourselves out the door.

Which is probably because we only have one bathroom.

So I decided to go to bed earlier and try to wake up before the kids.

I can't believe I just typed that sentence.

I've been falling asleep between 9:00 and 10:00 each night - a mere hour or two after the kids. And, as expected, I've been waking earlier. But me waking earlier hasn't - yet - resulted in getting more done in the morning or getting out the door on time.

The last two mornings, I lay in bed after my alarm strummed its soothing harp music and tried to figure out what I was thinking to set it so early. My brain, foggy and somewhat dull, required about twenty minutes before I realized I was supposed to get up. Then, as I stumbled bleary eyed out of the bedroom, it hit me. I must have been smoking crack. It's the only explanation for this early morning thing.

Still, I'm going to give it a week and see if I become wealthy, healthy, and wise.

In the meantime, I'm typing with a band aid on my thumb. Apparently me + early morning + knives = bad idea.

Maybe I'm already getting wiser.