I’m what you might call a morning person. Okay, some might consider it an insomniac. My body can’t seem to sleep beyond five hours at a time.

It’s a habit that started way back in my high school years. Those many 5am sport conditioning sessions turned into a 5am college cleaning job. Oh…the endless campus toilets I’ve scrubbed.

I pushed even farther into the morning when I began opening the doors of a pool at 4:30am, which turned into a 2am start time when I launched this writing career of mine.

Yep, lots and lots of short sleep times have ruined me, and this habit has spilled over into my children. Sleeping in around our house is getting up at 6am, even on Saturdays, except for my night-owl husband who thinks we’re all crazy.

Maybe he’s right, but I see it as the answer to the dilemma parents face while raising teenage children. Neither of us have to change our sleep patterns, because no matter how late or early our oldest needs to leave or return from high school functions, one of us will be up to take care of it. Ha!