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I’m sure you’ve heard the old joke:
“Do you wake up cranky in the morning?”
“No, he gets himself up now that he’s retired and doesn’t need the alarm clock.”
I’ve written before about Terry being a morning Tigger, while I tend to be a morning Eeyore. I just need some time for my brain and body to reconnect before I have to start talking or being cheerful. Half an hour will usually do it, especially if I’m having coffee.
Crankiness is a state of mind. I believe we choose it, just as we choose any other emotion. I could put on a facade of cheerfulness, and sometimes I do. No one should have to put up with a raging grouch in the morning–or any other time of day.
Big however coming up here: Just as I respect Terry’s need to have it quiet in the house because his hearing is deteriorating–he can’t hear me if there’s ambient noise– I believe he should be able to give me that half hour in the morning to get my systems in gear.
I love having music playing. All day. Now that he’s retired and home most of the time, my CD player isn’t nearly as busy as it used to be. This is hard for me. He keeps telling me I can go ahead and play my music, but the minute I do he seems to need to talk, and I have to turn it off anyway.
This is not a hill I choose to die on. Marriage is about accommodating each other and not insisting on having your own way. So he is learning to leave me alone for half an hour or so in the morning, and I’m learning to use my iPod Shuffle when I want my music.
Neither of us needs to be cranky. There’s always a way to compromise.