I'm a night owl.
But I haven't always been this way. I remember when I was little I would get anxiety at night because I never wanted to be the last one awake. I don't know why it made me nervous. I just hated the thought of my parents being asleep if I was still laying in my bed, wide awake. Sometimes my mom would play the piano late at night and that was soothing and comforting. Kind of like a parent reading a bedtime story.
I also couldn't handle sleeping over at other people's houses. Like if I got a Birthday party invitation and at the bottom was that exciting line, "It's a sleepover! Bring a pillow and sleeping bag!"... my heart would sink and I'd feel sick to my stomach. I remember sleeping over at my best friend's house in 3rd grade and having to call my parents in the middle of the night because I wanted to come home. What a weirdo.
But somehow I got out of that phase! Now I LOVE staying up late, and I LOVE sleepovers! My roommate has told me many times, "I think you're the only 30 year old I know that still has sleepovers." Haha. But how fun is it to go visit a friend or have someone come into town, and you just hang out all evening and THEN get to have a sleepover too! That means extra snacks, more talking, more guitar playing, more time for movies, and often times a big feasty breakfast in the morning. I love the excitement of sleepovers.
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My college roommates will confirm the fact that I am a night person, not a morning person. My freshman year at BYU, I lived in the dorms and it was one big never-ending sleepover. I would recommend the dorms to anyone! Late night games of hide-n-seek, vending machine snacks at your finger tips, late night hours in the piano practice rooms, chatting with roommates and friends all piled on the mini dorm beds, running up and down the halls... oh yes. I loved it. My friend and I made "bed-time" charts once to try to help us get to bed earlier. Each night we put a shimmery star next to the time we went to bed, and if we made it a whole 2 weeks going to bed before mid-night, we got a prize. My average bedtime was 4:00am back then. Yikes!
When I was on my mission, my biggest weakness was... getting to bed on time! I just loved night time because it seemed like the only time I could just sit and relax, write in my journal, eat snacks, etc. I was constantly trying to jump into bed by 10:30pm... but coming from years of late night habits... 10:30 to me was like play time! On a brighter note, I woke up EVERY morning at 6:30am without fail. THAT was a miracle. I struggle to even wake up at 9:00am these days, so the mission mornings were amazing. :) And it was funny because most of my companions were just dead by the end of the day and could hardly open their eyes and communicate, and I'm sitting in the corner like, "la la la la... wanna snack?" But don't you worry-- I was a good missionary and really did strive to live by the rules. I just had my token weakness.
I have a work schedule that allows me to sleep in and exercise in the morning. But then I don't get home until after 8pm... so guess what that means? Late night play time! Dinner time is pushed back to 9pm, then I'm ready to play games or watch a movie or something by 10pm. And when mid-night rolls around, I want to stay up longer. Eat more snacks. Do mindless computer things. Watch another movie. Do a puzzle. Read. Play the guitar. Sometimes even clean the kitchen or do the dishes. Anything to keep the day from ending. It doesn't seem fair that most people get home from work/school by 5pm and have the whole evening to relax or do things they want to do. (Yes, I know, blah blah, I get to start later in the morning). My "evening" begins at 8 or 9pm and my night owl syndrome kicks in with power.
The good thing is I'm not a late night TV watcher. I'm actually a super NON-fan of just sitting and watching dumb shows. It's like I get irritable and restless and would much rather put in a movie or TV series on dvd. I can control my time much better that way, like when the movie ends... boom, I have to go to bed. Or, I'll just watch 2 episodes on the dvd and then I have to go to bed. It's better that way. :)
Right now I'm trying to find a balance between staying up late because I love it... and waking up early enough to go running like I'm supposed to. Sometimes I hit the snooze button too many times and miss my window of opportunity to exercise before work. And then I'm mad. That's when I say to myself, "Okay, tonight you're going to bed by midnight so you can wake up early!" And then suddenly it's after midnight again and I'm tired and I don't feel like waking up early.
It's tough being a night owl. :)





Though I don't know that I could ever have my average bedtime be 4a.m., I am a bit of a night owl myself. I also enjoy the mindless late night talk shows (Jimmy Fallon is so freakin' funny!). I blame my night owlieness on getting married, before I met Geoff and all through high school I was in bed by 10 p.m., I am not sure I have consistently been in bed by 10 since then. So it isn't my fault it is my husbands fault!
ReplyDeleteYou're just crazy. I get sick to my stomach if I'm up past 12:00. My body doesn't like it one bit! But I understand your need for quiet down time, and with your work schedule your extreme night hours are understandable. :) I remember Mom playing the piano, too, and think sometimes I should do that for my own kids. :) So comforting.
ReplyDeleteThis post makes me laugh!!! I recently found those bedtime charts we made. We stayed up so late. I don't know how we did it. Good times! But still I love the nights and I'm not a big fan of the mornings. I don't know how I make it to work every morning.
ReplyDeleteHaha, you and Brittney have such different habits for sisters! But that would explain why she could get up by herself every morning at 4:50 and get herself to Seminary, and I usually had to drag you out of your bed! =) You got my night owl genes though- sorry about that. Just be careful with all those nighttime snacks you keep mentioning....bad habit!! Love ya! =)
ReplyDeleteYeah you're just like Mom! I try to get her to go to bed before midnight, but it just doesn't happen. :) I'm with Britt...I'm dead tired by 11 usually, and blame it on getting married. Back in BYU days, I could stay up till morning working on projects and papers, but those days are looong over. And I didn't know I wasnt the only one growing up who didn't like to be last asleep! I dreaded that. I loved hearing Mom play piano or do the dishes late at night. You're a fun person to have sleepover! And now some advice: Go to bed! By 12 tonight...I dare you.
ReplyDeleteI had the anxiety thing too. My traitor sister would abandon me to the monsters and fall asleep within an hour of going to bed while I tried to fight the panic attacks. My poor mom. I was SO happy on the days she had to stay up late putting away the groceries or working on church stuff. I know I absolutely deserve to have a kid just like me.
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