Microblog Mondays: Internal Clocks

Our dear Mel over at Stirrup Queens has begun a blog phenomenon... as she frequently does. 

Microblog Mondays. Writing in your own space. Something short and sweet. But it's meant to take back our bloggy space and call it our own. I am going to try to do this periodically. Life's hectic. So we'll see how long this lasts.

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Mel wrote on the phenomenon of Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome and while I don't think for a moment that I'm quite that extreme, I am most certainly a night owl. I have been for years. I've often said that whatever man (and you know it was a man! Just like it was a man who invented pantyhose... stupid things!) determined that the 'workday' would be from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. should have been shot. Seriously.

I do not do well in the mornings. AT ALL. I am lethargic, in a foggy, sleep-induced haze without any capacity for rationale or functionality to any true extent. I so much prefer evenings or nights. My favourite working hours were when I worked a corner store in my late teens and early 20s; I started at 3 p.m. and finished at 11 p.m., winding down and heading to bed by 2 or 3 a.m. and waking at around 10 a.m. Fantastic! That rocked. HARD.

When I met Hubby, and started gaming, there'd be many nights I'd stay up until 2, 3 or 4 a.m. to finish something in my online game and then get up at 7 a.m. to go to work. I learned to function effectively on 5 hours of sleep. While I no longer game (as much) I still function on 5 or 5.5 hours of sleep per night during the week. I catch up a little (7 or 8 hours) on weekends but mostly, I do well with 5 hours. Though Hubby says I'm sleep-deprived and that it probably contributed to my significant weight problem as well. Heavens knows. Who can really say. But I do know that I am functional, creative, productive and alert in the evenings for the most part, when left to my own devices.

However, the conventions of the 'regular workday' and the fact that I now must adhere to a young child's schedule and needs have changed my own internal clock in recent years. Oh well. There'll be time to sleep in the future. For now, I am making the most of my time... whenever that happens to be!