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.
It seems there’s two kinds of people in this world. Larks and Owls. Owls as you may have guessed, love to stay up late into the night and enjoy long leisurely sleep in’s the next day. Larks are a bit like those annoying birds you hear chirping away just as the sun is starting to peak over the horizon. They greet the day in full song and then nestle back into bed straight after Masterchef.
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!