THE LARK AND THE OWL

Another way I know my husband and I are opposites are the fact he was born a LARK and I was born an OWL. These distinctions are easily recognized. He wakes at the dawns early light. I can barely function until
10:00 AM. He falls asleep in his recliner before the 10:00PM news.I cannot fall asleep unless I am lulled to sleep with meds much before 12:00AM. He wakes and has to restrain himself from mowing the grass near my bedroom window. I told him there may be others like me in our neighborhood. I wake to the smell of maple and brown sugar oatmeal. I once asked our pastor if our morning worship service could start about 1:00PM. He suggested I bring it before the Board of Deacons.
I first suspected we might have a problem when he took me home one Sunday to meet his family. Shortly after the meal and the dishes were put away the whole family retired to beds to take an afternoon nap. AN AFTERNOON NAP !!!???? Why I was just waking up ! His sister explained that I really didn't have to go to sleep I could read a book if I liked. It was merely a quiet time. Our lives changed. We were married and I changed my way of living. I was up in the early hours and went to bed before the stars came out to twinkle. The arrival of our babies reminded me again that there were early hours of the morning. I hadn't worried about early hours since high school because I had been lucky enough to have a 2nd shift job.For most of my life from then on I struggled and got out of bed. When Harv got on the Fire Department I was able to stay up until sometimes 1:00AM but that worked fine because I could work on the housecleaning that needed to be done before he got home about 8:00AM. It never passed his inspections because the kids were up before he got home and had things out of place or messy. Then he retired and we bought a motel . A MOTEL for someone that has this
affliction? Well, we had to work together in cleaning so I did not have the luxary of sleeping in. In fact it is now, in the presnt that I am able to
get up "in my own time". I have it recorded in my mind which mornings I can stay in bed later. Sundays is not one of them. In fact Sunday is the busiest days of the week. So, Mondays I recuperate. Sometimes Monday is the worst day for my fibromyalgia to kick in. What is the worst thing that can happen.Early morning phone calls. Sometimes Harv is up and gone and cannot intercept the calls. One day the phone was beckoning me. When I answered it the person said "Did I get you out of bed?" "NO" I said "I had to get up anyway to answer the phone" Well life has been good to me. I have my husband still alive and treating me like a pampered lady, we have a nice, comfortable home, adequate finances, good kids, and super friends. What more could I ask for. I guess it sums up to this, LIFE CAN BE A LARK especially if you are married to one !
I think I have narrowed this down to the fact I discovered he was born at 9:00AM and I was born a little after 6:00PM.