Fritz stayed home and slept. He was grouchy, as he usually is in the morning. For years, he has told me the that he can be either a morning person or a night person, as needed. But the truth of the it is, that he is not a morning person, ever. *I* am a morning person. I jump out of the bed awake and happy in the morning, no matter what time my alarm goes off. Fritz? Fritz is grumpy before 8am, he just is. Grumpy. Very grumpy. Sure, he can wake up at 5 am. But don't expect him to be happy, ever.
I get it, because I am a super grouch in the evening. If you ask me to do pretty much anything after 9pm, I am highly unpleasant about it. Just leave me alone after 9pm. I can stay awake, yes, but I won't be pleasant, no matter what.
Sometimes I think this would have been a good thing to consider before we got married. Not that it would have changed my mind about Fritz, but, you know, but I do find myself wondering what it would be like to be married to someone who is on the same natural, temporal cycle as me. It's possible that it might cramp my style. I mean, being on a different cycle gives Fritz and I some natural space from each other. On the other hand, sometimes, when I am awake before the sun rises, I look at the few neighboring windows with lights on, and I find myself wondering what it would be like to spend the early morning hours with someone rather than in solitude. I'm honestly not sure: do I like the morning because I like the solitude? Or is my love of the morning independent of the solitude? Certainly, over my years of parenting, having kids who woke/wake up early and destroy my solitude has been unwelcome.
Anyway, while I was at the festival, at the not-so-early hour of 7am , I flipped through my contacts and decided – obnoxiously! – to send some photos to those least likely to be awake at 7am in the morning. Why? I don't know. I guess I'm just a PITA sometimes. Or maybe I wanted to see how they would respond. One of my night owl friends texted back right away: "Nooooo." (Dude, turn off your text alerts!)
Fritz replied (to photos of his own children) with "Nice!" So I guess that was an okay, not too-grumpy response. But I'm pretty sure he was still happy to be at home and in bed, not watching the balloons.
I would very much like to go up in one of those balloons someday. Fortunately, Fritz will be sleeping, so there will be plenty of room for me and the kids and my other early bird friends. So it will be NOT in solitude.
Unless I get my own personal balloon like this guy:
Hmmm. Tempting.
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