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Bad Habits

Mr. Taylor and I have different sleeping and energy schedules. He's an early bird who gets up bright and early, before the sun, and runs 3 miles or more, plays jungle ball church ball at 6:00 a.m., and accomplishes more between 5 and 9 a.m. than I do all day. But it comes at a price.

I am a night owl. My favorite past time is to find a delicious book and read until the wee hours of the morning. At 10:00 at night, I get my second wind and start folding laundry on the bed. Very irritating for the man who has been up since 5:00 a.m. and wants to go to sleep. (It is a serious miracle we conceived four children based on the gap in our schedules.)

Speaking of that second wind, it really does kick in just about the time Mr. Taylor is ready to go to bed. I find that the best time for talking is when the kids are all in bed. Mr. Taylor would agree if it were an hour earlier. And so I insist on having a conversation while he tries his darndest to stay awake.

Sometimes he doesn't succeed.

Sometimes I get irritated about this.

Sometimes I get even.

I wait until his eyes are closed and REM has begun before I jump and yell, "AAAAAHHHHH!"

He hates it when I do that.

Comments

  1. You're so bad!

    The Mister is also an early bird; I am the night owl. I like to lie in bed, and when he starts his snoring, I use my 'golf tournament' voice and give the play-by-play on the "purse and puff" technique he uses as he falls asleep.

    Most nights, he wakes up fully and laughs in the dark...but not always.

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  2. I like saying, "Are you asleep?" louder and louder until he isn't.

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  3. Is it a man-woman thing to be that way, because my hubbie and I are the same! Or are night owls and early birds just attracted to each other?! I keep trying to convince him to come to the dark side and stay up late with me, since he already snores worse than Darth Vader himself, but alas, when 8pm comes around, his eyelids are at half-mast and conversation is near impossible. Oh well....

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  4. My husband will be so glad to know he's not the only one with a wife who won't let him sleep!

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  5. I have the same problem. My husband says "I have a real job ya know" all the time when I try to keep him awake. Which I have a real job too... he can't handle my job... but I get to sleep until I wake up, or atleast until the kids do.
    I don't jump and yell, but I'll ask him totally random questions. Make him roll over and look at something on TV, read him a line out of my book, anything to not have to be awake for so long by myself.

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  6. lol, that so funny!

    My husband & I are the same way. He's a total night person (darn insomnia) & I'm a morning person. I have to wake up at 4am for work & by that time he's just fallen asleep so it sorta sucks cause I dont get to talk to him before I leave. Although, he's pretty good about being extra quiet when I'm trying to go to bed.

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  7. Oh, that's terrible!

    And my 2nd wind kicks in about 8pm. I hate it!

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  8. Why is it that spouses are so different in their sleeping patterns. Ours are opposite of yours, he doesn't have to leave as early as I do so he stays up late.

    Babies don't have to be conceived at night? That's where the 5 kids came from ;P

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  9. We so have the same gene. My man will stand in comisseration with yours.

    Although I blessed his socks off today and got up with him ... err... well half an hour after him at 5.30 ... that is AM.

    He loved it. It was far too early for my yapper to move.

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  10. I am lucky in that I married a night owl, and I'm one too. Although, I usually go to bed later than him, and he's snoring. I seriously have to punch him in the head.

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