Life in the early mornings
We are all still adjusting to my morning schedule. I get up at 2:30 a.m., I go to sleep at 7:30 p.m.
Di, Jai, Ron, Taizo
Di & Ron
My lovely husband, always so accommodating, is trying to shift his schedule to match mine a little better. He has started waking up at 4 a.m. and doing his daily workout at the beginning of his day, instead of at the end.
The other shift is our sleeping habits. He is a light sleeper and, while he tolerated my schedule during my previous station's morning show for six months, he has decided that he doesn't like being awoken at the same time as me, so he has decided to sleep in another room. I feel so very old-married-couple.
It actually works out well, because I can make more noise in the morning without feeling guilty. The person who really loves this change is Olivia, who now is invited to sleep with Mommy.
I know the issue of co-sleeping is a controversial topic for Americans, and I'm a support of co-sleeping as long as it doesn't negatively impact the marriage bed. We had previously not let her sleep with us.
However, since I'd be alone anyway, Olivia and I both decided to take advantage of this and have her join me in bed. Her bedtime is the same as mine now! She loves that we fall asleep together!
The other person impacted by the show schedule is my dog. Yes, I called Inca a person.
My house is - shall we call it - a happy mess now, and we're all scrambling to get used to Mommy not having as much time to tend the domestics. For this, we forgot to buy Inca dog food. Oops.
For two days, we fed Inca whatever was around. We are doing our best. It happens. The first day, Claus said he would go to the store to get dog food, but he gets really busy at work and he couldn't.
The second day, we were cooking steak for dinner. "Is it OK to feed Inca this bone?"
"I guess so," I said.
Olivia summed it up best. "She ate cat food and Swiss cheese this morning. I think a steak bone is an upgrade," said my daughter. Some really funny things come out of the mouth of that seven-year-old.
Or maybe as Inca would say, "Meow."