People speak fondly of morning larks.  Those people wake up with a smile, often before dawn, and start their day merrily.  I hate these people.  My mother was a lark and, it’s a terrible thing to say, but I hated her in the morning.  When I was a small child, she would come into my room and speak to me in tones that I can only describe as mellifluous.  As I got older, it got worse.  She actually expected me to talk to her in the morning.  Talk in the morning before caffeine?  I think not!

Mom didn’t understand why I wasn’t exactly the same way she was.  She blamed it on the school system that required kindergarteners to go to school half a day.  I was in the afternoon class and she felt that spoiled me.  The other 12 years of school where I had morning classes every day didn’t count, apparently.  To her dying day, she believed if I had gone to kindergarten in the morning I would have been “normal.”

Why couldn’t I be a Morning Lark?  Could I train myself to be more like my Mom?  No, I was a Night Owl through and through.  As I hit my high school years I found myself going to bed after my parents did.  They would start to get drowsy during the evening news and would be in bed by nine o’clock.  They just didn’t get my Night Owl-ness!  Obviously, it was because I was a teenager.

In their eyes, everything was because I was a teenager.  I became a vegetarian and they thought that would be just a fad because I was a teenager.  I listened to loud music because I was a teenager.  To this day I am a vegetarian, loud-music-loving, Night Owl.  Either their analysis was wrong or I haven’t grown up.  It’s probably the latter and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.

Owls are supposedly wise and they do their best work at night.  The latter is certainly true for me and I hope the first one is, too.  All my life I have seen myself as a Night Owl, but only recently did I realize that I was a different animal in the morning.  Sure, Night Owls sleep during the day as I am wont to do, but anyone who knows me in the morning realizes, sometimes painfully, that I was no sleepy owl.  I was a Morning Porcupine!

When this notion popped into my head I did a little research on porcupines.  I found that they have the following traits:

Stocky body




In looking at the list I thought “check, check, check, and check!”  I have all of those traits! Plus, I might not have actual quills, but I sure can sling a barb or two when necessary. Usually, this happens before coffee and before noon.  After noon I am a very nice person. Really, I am!

The knowledge that I was a Morning Porcupine was freeing.  I no longer had to explain that during the morning I was sleepy and dangerous if agitated.  All I had to do was mention the Morning Porcupine thing and all was understood.  What animal(s) are you?





6 thoughts on “I’m a Morning Porcupine

  1. I’m a cat. I could sleep all day long!! You’re too funny, I’m loving your blog. Morning people don’t seem to understand night owls at all. I’ve heard things like “You have your sleep schedule all messed up, you just need to go to bed earlier and wake up earlier” NOOO!! I hate life when I wake early!! I can’t fall asleep at 9 unless I’m sick or haven’t slept for 2 months!! I totally understand you!!

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