“It must be really nice to sleep until noon.”

Yeah. Yeah, it is. Especially since I went to bed at 5am. Wow, a  whole 7 hours of sleep. It’s a luxury.

Let me tell you how my day goes.

/rANT

I get up at noon. I don’t wake up easily. It takes me a couple hours to be functional. I surf the internet and fuck off and have a coffee. This is my ‘morning’ down time. Not unlike when my husband wakes up at 4:30-5am, fucks off on the PS3 for a couple hours, makes breakfast, and then is at his desk by 8am.

By 3pm, I am alert, focused, and ready to work.

By 5:30 or 6pm, my husband gets home from work. Unless I’m in the middle of a deadline project, we make dinner, hang out, and probably watch TV for a couple hours. Or I might knit a little, while he plays on the PS3 or reads. Being an early-morning riser, he’s asleep by 9 or 10pm.

I make myself another coffee, and by 10:30 or 11pm, I’m back to work. I usually work until 3:30am, and then get ready for bed. Maybe take a bath, read, knit a little more. I’m usually in bed by 4:30am, and might be asleep by 5-5:30am. My husband usually wakes up during that time, so we talk a bit, and he starts his morning routine (see above) and tucks me in.

So overall, I put in a minimum 8 hour workday, and if I’m lucky, have 4 or 5 hours of time with my spouse, equivalent time for my own quiet down time, and hopefully 7 hours of sleep. If I have to run any errands or do other activities that cannot be done on the weekends, those either come out of the morning — meaning get up earlier and do them, so I get less sleep — or out of the early evening, which is husband time. It’s about 50-50. Some things I can schedule for the late mornings (doctor’s appointments, shopping), other things cannot (band or theatre rehearsals, for example). If I have to go in to the office for a meeting or a task that cannot be done remotely, that travel time comes out of my sleep and spouse time.

So yeah, being able to sleep until noon is lovely. I’m clearly a lazy slattern.