"Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
I'm not a morning person, as I've already mentioned*. If I had my way, I wouldn't even speak for an hour after waking up and certainly not before a cup of coffee. My aversion to mornings is getting worse because every single day I wake up to the same phrase, spoken by both Funny Girl and Dimples.
"I want some milk."
I loathe that sentence. It ruins my morning. So I've been working on changing it to "Please may I nurse?" If they are going to wake me up, the least they can do is be polite. The good news is that they do ask me nicely. The bad news is that it usually takes them a few minutes to figure out why I'm really grumpy after being woken up to "I want some milk!" coming from both sides of me.
The "Please may I..." phrase is coming out more during the day also, so it's been worth the effort. Fingers crossed that my mornings will be a little more pleasant in the coming weeks.
*For anyone who remembers my trying to get to bed early and rise early, it never worked out. I'm sure I didn't try hard enough, but I never felt good getting up early. It's hard to push through when you feel nauseous. I did stop eating at night though when I began counting calories. That was one major reason why I wanted to stop staying up late. I feel less guilty about it when I'm not mindlessly eating.