I worked a 7-day swing-shift at the paper plant for 18 years before I became a planner (I was a planner for 20 years). There were times when I didn't know what time it was or what day it was. I'd wake up at 6:00 and wonder if it was 6 in the morning or 6 at night, especially in the winter when it was dark all the time. One morning I got up, grabbed my shower, and went over to the bedroom for clothes. Rick awakened and said, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm getting ready for work." He looked at me, rolled his eyes, and said, "Pam, it's Saturday. You're off work today! Come back to bed!" So I did. But really when you're working a swing-shift, there are days when you don't know what you're doing. It all rolls into one.
I'm not really a morning person or a night person. I just get up in the morning with the cats, usually around 6 now, and stay up. There are nights when I'm ready to crash at 8:00! Then there are nights when I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at midnight. And I will say that those mornings when it's Rick's turn to get up with the cats? Some of those mornings, I think, "Oh thank god!" and roll over and go back to sleep! That's definitely a good thing about being retired.
I'm not really a morning person or a night person. I just get up in the morning with the cats, usually around 6 now, and stay up. There are nights when I'm ready to crash at 8:00! Then there are nights when I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at midnight. And I will say that those mornings when it's Rick's turn to get up with the cats? Some of those mornings, I think, "Oh thank god!" and roll over and go back to sleep! That's definitely a good thing about being retired.