I'm not a morning person. Never ever have been.
When I first moved out, my sister would call me every morning. Some mornings she caught me up and functional, ready to talk. Other mornings, she woke me up, and would receive a series of grunts through the phone, to which she would respond with, 'ugh, just call me when you're awake.'
Many of our fights stemmed from those morning phone calls, because if she caught me when I was not quite awake, I was grumpy, irritable, irrational, annoyed, and generally looking to pick a fight.
I would wake up and need at least one full hour of no one talking to me or asking anything of me. I wasn't able to do anything functional, other than sip the coffee out of my cup, as well as walk to the coffee pot, to refill said cup.
Then, I got married. Turns out, a husband doesn't like it when his wife wants to bite his head off as soon as she opens her eyes. Hubby wakes up refreshed, viewing the morning just the same as any other part of the day. A time to talk, laugh, joke, plan and so on. So over the years, I worked on it, and worked on it, and worked on it.
Today, I am still not a morning person, not even close. However, I do not bite heads off, I am able to listen and actually retain information when someone talks to me, and I can walk around and accomplish things such as making breakfast for children. I'm able to greet my daughter with a "good morning" every morning, sure it may be groggy and not always genuine, but I do it. I can even muster up the strength to use words from the English language. It's not my first choice, as silence is best when it's first thing in the morning, but, I can, and I do. And sometimes, SOMEtimes, I smile.
Today, I add to my list of morning accomplishments, being able to write a nonsensical blog post.