When I married Pete, I was a person who's feet hit the floor as they slapped the alarm clock off. I immediately got ready and started my day. If I had anything at all, I'd make a glass of chocolate milk from scratch. It wasn't long after we married before Pete requested we start making coffee in the morning. Well, that was okay, as I liked coffee. I started making it. Started having a cup each morning.
Time went on, and I found that between extreme laziness before I had my coffee, and the prospect of cuddling and snoozing, it took two or three alarms before I rose. After I became a stay at home mom, I found I not only needed a little more coffee to get going, but I had the time to enjoy two or three cups.
Somewhere down the line it became, don't touch me, don't talk to me - leave me entirely alone in the mornings until I have had a cup of coffee or two! When Bubba was an adolescent and Hannah Bug a preschooler, they knew DO NOT GO TO MAMA IN THE BED unless you were bleeding or the house was on fire.
So, I suppose you could say I have taken "procaffeinating" to the extreme.
What about you? What kind of morning person are you? Have you changed over time?
Barbara in Caneyhead