I love nighttime the best. I always have for various reasons in my life. When I was a kid, it was the time the house was quiet and everyone in their bedrooms. In a family with 11 kids, that is saying something. Then again, I never had my own room until I was about 12 or 13. I do remember the only sounds after about 9:00 were the creaking of the boards in the hall when someone was going to the bathroom. You would have thought there would have been a line, like they used to show on TV shows like the Brady Bunch, but no, it was more like someone in need of using the bathroom would bang on the door and yell, "Hurry up!" That was about the extent of that.
Then when I was a teenager, I like the night when I could be in my room, listen to my own brand of music and read or do homework. It was MY place.
When I became a young adult, it was about going out and having fun, followed by going to bed late with ringing in my ears from the night of loud musice, then by getting up much too early and wishing I hadn't stayed out so late the night before.
When we were newlyweds, it was our time (if we were both off work) to watch a movie or television and eat popcorn and split a Coke while lounging on the sofa.
When the kids were little and went to bed all at the same time (8:00), I would pay bills and balance the checkbook, clean up from the day, run the vacuum (since children sleep through white noise once they are asleep, or at least mine did), fold the day's laundry, then read a bit before going to bed. Occasionally, I would do a project then, like lay new tile or the like, but it was a nice quiet when I knew they were in bed and asleep after mommy sang a little and gave everyone their smooch for the night.
Now, it seems they never go to bed. Each has a separate bed time, so that is a little crazy, but you can't expect a 15 year old to have to go to bed at the same time as his 9-year old sister. The ME time has been shortened significantly, and by the time all is quiet, I don't feel much like doing laundry and dishes and vacuuming (which now wakes the beasts rather than soothing them to sleep). So, it is time when I check out what my friends are doing, via Facebook. I look at what is new on Craigslist. I check out what is on BYC, if there are any good auctions ( not that I am hatching at this time) and to see if there is something new I can learn and apply to my flock. Sometimes it is just fun to see what people need and if I can lend any helpful tidbits. There is always the game of "What breed am I" or "Am I a boy or a girl" that people are stumped by, but that is a game that is getting old.
Nighttime is when my brain gets creative and I draw/design new chicken coops or gardens or what I want my new house to look like. I come up with 101 ideas for our 4-H club to try. I practice piano a little too, even though I stopped lessons 6-months ago. I do enjoy actually making music and seeing how much more used to the keys my hands have gotten. I will never even dream that I could be a concert pianist, it just isn't in the cards, but I like the music I am able to play.
My husband has never bought into the thought that people are morning people or night owls. Can you guess? He, of course, is a morning person. He wakes up on the weekends a picks up a book and reads for an hour. If I even thought about reading when I woke up, I would just fall right back to sleep. Then again, I don't have to think about reading to fall back asleep, I just close my eyes and viola! I'm asleep. He doesn't get it. If he is woken up after having fallen asleep, he lays awake for hours. Me, I crash again, real quick. It makes him mad too that I can do that. However, last night Daughter came in at 1:00am. She could not sleep. Some kids at school were telling her some stupid story about "Bloody Mary" and if you look in the mirror at night when all is dark and the doors and windows are locked, she will come to get you through your mirror. Gee, let's see, Halloween is next week. I asked her if she didn't think it a little coincidental that she is hearing stories like this at this time of year? Mind you, she is a pretty smart cookie, top of her class, but this thing has got her in a mess. She woke me up to tell me she can't sleep and she is scared and so on and so forth. I, of course, being the sweet mommy I am, told her she could sleep with me since daddy was gone overnight for work. Well, 30 minutes after coming in, she is over there sawing logs and I am wide awake and cannot sleep. What the heck??? I can almost always sleep anytime, anywhere. Nope, I was up for 4 hours!!! Yeah, nighttime is usually a great time for me, but there are exceptions.
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