I got it from my Father.
I learned this when I was doing an internship my Father's office during college. We were riding into work together very, very early in the morning (because for some reason Dads always insist upon going to work hours before anybody else gets there). It was my first day, so I was chatting away at my Father with nervous energy. Finally he said to me shortly, "Kelly. I don't really like to talk in the mornings."
Well OK then. And now that I'm older, I get it. There's nothing worse than being half awake, foggy and hearing a steady drone in your ears. In fact I now hate talking so much in the mornings that on a recent trip I gave the cab driver a big tip simply because he didn't talk to me early in the morning.
(The cab driver yesterday who insisted on telling me about his entire life, however, not so much. And that reminds me. I think when you get in a cab the driver should ask "Where to?" and then add "Chat or no chat?" Really, it would save so much trouble.)
So this morning when my 10 year old son got up chattering as usual (oh yeah, big time morning talker...actually he's an as-long-as-I'm-awake-I'm-talking-talker), it took everything I had not to say, "Little B. I don't really like to talk in the mornings." I figure I'll save that juicy little tidbit for when he's older and less sensitive, like when he's in college, to carry on the family tradition you know.
However, my 7 year old daughter? Well she had different plans.
"Yada, yada, yada...enough with the talking this morning. Gah Little B! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."she said while making the talking and stop motion with her hands.
Nice.
And yes. It did take everything I had not to laugh and instead reprimand her for being so mean to her brother.
Awwwww, Poor Little B!
It's got to be hard to be a morning talker in a house full of non-morning talkers. I hope someday he finds that special someone to talk to him in the mornings. But if I were him, until that special day, I'd stay away from his sister...oh and probably Grandpa too.
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Your post reminded me of how I used to be an early riser when I was little (still am, only what I mean is that I LIKED it back then) - when I was 3 or so I voluntarily got up to watch the test pattern on TV, followed by Sunrise Semester (ugh).
I do have to get up early, but like you I don't have a lot to say...
I understand that entirely. My husband and I are compatible in that way. We get our own breakfasts, bring in the paper, feed the dog and often go our own ways without much said. By afternoon, I'm talking, but he isn't. He's a commune with nature sort of guy.
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Cute post!! I have days where I want to talk and days where I want peace and quiet!!
I'm neither a morning person, nor a morning talker. Like 100% neither.
Although I WILL sometimes sing in the car when I'm alone on my way to work. Even at 5:15 in the morning. SOMETIMES.
I'm in complete agreement about the voices. I can't stand hearing them until I've had at least one Coke (not a coffee person).
My nephew, in contrast, wakes up, at least on non-school days, like your son. He won't shut up, and if you were playing a video game with him the night before, he goes straight to it--no bathroom, no breakfast, no caffeine--and expects you to follow. Whenever I visit, I tell him, "Chandler, you have to let me wake up." He always says something like, "But you are awake. You have been for two hours." He just doesn't get it. There's awake, and then there's awake.
We have an unspoken rule in the family - if you are reading a newspaper or the back of a cereal box, no one under any condition except one of life and death is to say a word to you.
I'm the morning talker in the household. My son doesn't say a word to me in the morning except for "Yes, I'm up!" and my daughter can't talk in the morning for some reason which I really appreciate. In actuality I don't want to be talked to but I do want to talk since the rest of the day I only get to talk to the dog since the cat completely ignores me.
I guess since i don't have work now i am no longer a morning person...
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I remember when A was young she would go on and on and on and on. I would just nod my head or say uh huh and occasionally would pick up part of the one-sided conversation to repeat or ask a question so she didn't realize I was not paying attention to the drone. She still does it today all day long.
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