Good morning, mid-morning person

The good thing about being a morning person is it gets infinitely cooler the older you get. Unless, of course, you’re married to someone who can most optimistically only be described as as early-afternoon person. That means I get most Saturday mornings all to myself.

The signs are all there: once roused from slumber I won’t be able to go back to sleep even if it is a ridiculous 9am on a Saturday morning and I’d only slept at 2am the night before; my sociability meter starts high and tapers down as the day goes on, the occasional evening social notwithstanding; and I absolutely loathe it when people start their day grouchy and spread their grumpy germs to everybody.

Yes, definitely that third one.

I, for one, like my mornings cheerful. It’s the start to a brand new day, you’ve got the entire morning, afternoon, evening and night laid out before you… what’s there not to be happy about? When you start the day grumpy and, worse, you don’t keep it to youself but spread those evil germs by snapping at people, banging things around or what have you, you’re effectively ruining the mood for everybody else. You can tangibly sense the shift in the air – I swear you can – especially if you’re say, in the office. And people don’t always appreciate that.

You’d think I’d have figured that out about myself by now, but I didn’t realise just how possessive I was towards my mornings until Y woke up utterly foul a couple of days ago and I freaked. I try not to fight before I’ve even had a chance to stomach breakfast but boy, was he being Oscar the Grouch.

Five minutes from the house, I gave in to my fuming and called him from the car, gave him an increasingly loud piece of my mind and hung up. I almost never do that, because I always think I’ll look like an idiot when I call back after hanging up, and I sometimes have to call because I’m well, an idiot (sometimes), but in this case, I had made pretty damn sure I wouldn’t be.

Then I went in to work, happy again. I understand if people are grumpy at 6am but between the hours of 9 to 12, there’s really no excuse. I like my mornings, you see.