I love sleep, I just don't get enough of it. Even before I became a mother, this wonderfully energizing thing called "slumber" escaped me. My brain has always been far too busy to shut off for 6-8 hours. You would think, as someone who has survived on little-to-no sleep since always, I would get used to being exhausted. Yeah, that's a false. I'll probably never get used to it, but I have absolutely become familiar with the passive aggressive things you'll say to your partner when you're sleep deprived. Sorry, babe?
I'm the first to admit, I'm not a morning person — never have been, never will be. Having children who wake before sunrise hasn't transformed me into that person, either. I still remember my childhood school days when my mom would have to literally drag me out of bed to get to class on time. I think, because my brain is so incredibly active and it takes too long to wind down, once I'm in a deep sleep I don't want to be disturbed.
Having a very patient partner who doesn't struggle with the same level of exhaustion as I do (and is happier in the mornings because of it) usually means that when I'm sleep deprived he's on the receiving end of my passive aggressive ways. To be fair, by now my husband should know that taking a step back and letting me have my coffee is the only way to survive the mornings unscathed. Otherwise, he's bound to hear at least a few of the following: