This week I had the pleasure of interviewing a psychology
professor for a magazine article I’m writing.
He specialises in the human body clock, which in a nutshell puts some
theory behind things like why we reach for a Tim Tam and cuppa at 3pm. Among many interesting tid-bits, he shared with me the world of the Lark and the Owl.

I’m going to challenge that there’s a third kind of person
in this world, and that is whatever kind of ungodly creature my children can be
represented as. You see, before the Larks
even begin to stir my children are up and at ‘em and probably on their 2nd
round of raisin toast. I’m talking 4am
people and that’s even in the middle of Winter.
B.C (Before Children) and B.H (Before Husband), I was an
owl. I have truly spent whole days in
the wonderful self-indulgent bliss of sleeping, reading, sleeping, eating,
sleeping. My only conclusion is I slept
too much in my early 20’s and am now being repaid with a lifetime of sleep
debt.
I’ve gradually grown accustomed to a lack of sleep and once
the sun actually rises, I’m feeling quite good. After a shower and with clean teeth, I’m
ready to face the day. It doesn’t make
it any easier though EVERY MORNING when my children bound into the day long
before dawn.
I conclude with two questions for you dear reader. Are you an Owl or a Lark? And does anyone know how the F@#@ I can get
my kids to sleep longer!
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