I never used to be a morning person. I used to love sunsets and cocktail time and late late evenings running around a city that seems to be at its best at 3am. I dearly loved having breakfast with friends at 4am after a night listening to amazing music and having loud debates about ... anything in a cute little 'new yorkers' bar.
I still love the breakfast thing but this time my friends are a little shorter and they cannot debate - they go straight to crying! Oh, and they poop their pants. I still find strange things as a result of sleep deprivation - I put the butter in the dishwasher (not the butter dish, the butter), I put my breakfast in the garbage and the wrapping on a plate, i pushed the stroller out of the door without the kids in it and went to the lobby with a pacifier in my mouth.
THis life rocks!