A few months ago, Dan started following a program called The Miracle Morning. Do you guys know about this? I don’t. Let’s start by being clear that I don’t know anything about The Miracle—I didn’t read the book or any of the materials, so the rant on which I am about to embark is completely not a review of that book or program. Now that we’re clear on that, let’s begin.
What I do know is that The Miracle Morning involves a bunch of stuff...there’s visualization, and goals, and…exercise is involved somehow…but the main thing it involves is getting up at a completely unholy hour. So, since Dan became Miraculous, he’s been waking up at 5:00 am. At first, I loved this new schedule of his. I would hear him get out of bed at five, be briefly awake and drowsily euphoric that I did not have to get out of bed for an entire hour and a half! I would snuggle my face into the soft cotton of my pillow and think, “I love you, pillow.”
But, if you wake up at 5:00, you end up needing to go to bed pretty early. Dan is big on sleep—he needs a lot of it, and he is not willing to give it up. He’s been known to fall asleep in restaurants, in and on every chair, couch, and floor of our house, and in the middle of his own sentences (not kidding). So, with his new Miraculous schedule, he was going to sleep about 8:00 every night. At least once a week he’s falling asleep basically straight away after dinner, other nights he’s up until 9:00 or so, but he’s consistently knocked out very early in the evening. Because I was not waking up at the ass crack of dawn, I would stay up for a couple of hours after Dan fell asleep and read, or write, or explore the deep recesses of the interwebs. All while Dan slept soundly. I didn't mind this one bit, either, because I like to read and write and wander the webs.
What I started to realize, though, is that we weren’t getting to spend much time together during the day because our schedules were getting further and further apart. If I spent the whole day at work, and got dinner on the table, and put away leftovers and then Dan was…basically asleep…we weren’t ending up with a lot of quality time. Now I know plenty of married couples don’t get to spend any time together during the work week, and Dan and I were in a trans-continental relationship for a handful of years, so it’s not like I think it’s crucial not to spend any minutes apart. That’s certainly not true, or the point. But, if the reason that you’re not getting any time together on a daily basis is that your sleep schedules are several hours off from one another, that seems pretty silly. And, because I am campaigning for Wife of the Year, I decided to try to get closer to Dan’s schedule so that we could speak more than ten sentences to one another each day. I really don’t like waking up early, so I decided the best I could do was to set my alarm for 5:30. Because 5:00 feels like punishment, and no one deserves that.
So, I’ve been waking up at 5:30 and going to bed much closer to the time that Dan wakes up and goes to bed. And I’m ready to begrudgingly admit that it’s nice to have extra time in the morning. I still don’t leave for work any earlier, so I use the time to catch up on social media, or cuddle with Chewy, or load and unload the dishwasher (which I swear I am doing in perpetuity--am I the only one who is always loading or unloading the dishwasher? Do the dishes never cease??) The only problem is that sometimes I still like to stay up until a normal, later-than-9pm bedtime (like last night, because I bought Jeffrey Toobin’s book about the OJ Simpson case and now I can’t do anything else until I’ve read it ALL) and then when my alarm goes off at 5:30 I am cranky, and instead of feeling Miraculous I feel frowny and grumpy. Because you know what’s really miraculous? Sleep. Sleep is miraculous, my friends.
P.S. I know there was nothing of substance in this post--I would apologize, but I would like to point out that you got an extra substantive post yesterday, and also see above re: waking up frowny and grumpy. I love you.