Sunday, 18 July 2010

Our Beautiful boy...We still miss him...


I made a new blogging friend just recently, and she has suffered the awful loss, of her beautiful fur-baby , a handsome cat called Wiggum whom she'd had for 13 years. 

Reading her heartfelt blog brought back so many memories of when we lost our big boy and our overwhelming grief was new and raw.
It has been 1 and a half years now but he's still very much loved, missed, and talked about. 
So, my inspiration for writing this blog about my boy, is a very loved, and missed and gorgeous ginger guy from over the other side of the world, and whose family miss him very much. 
RIP Wiggum

Floyd Sebastian Montenegro... our big goober of a boy.
He was Warren and my first real "joint" possession.
We were living in New Plymouth had only been living together for 7 months and were doing up our house.  Of course with a new house we needed a dog.
Okay...I wanted a dog, Warren wasn't totally sold, but went along with me. 
His friend worked was a dog ranger, and was keeping an eye out for a Mastiff for me.  Then one day she called to say there was a cute Rottweiler puppy aged 6mths who was going to be Put to sleep if he didnt find a home pretty soon.  So.....we didn't commit to anything, said we'd take a look.  When this lanky pup came bounding out, I knew he was coming home with us.  Warren....was not so sure. He wanted a small puppy puppy... the kind with baby breath...
But we got him.  We called him Floyd.......Sebastian Montenegro.  (just to try and make him sound regal!).
Well...he took over our lives, became the real focus.  There are far far farrrr too many antics to write about here in one blog, but he was a character.  He was very intelligent and learnt very easily.  We taught him lots of tricks, and cool things like..."take Dad's wallet down to him at the gate" etc.  Or.."put this in the bin"  And "high five" and how to spin around in circles to the left and right.  As well as all the basics like sit, up, shake hands, roll over, "speak"...speak loud...speak quiet ... growl.
There wasn't an aggresive bone in this dogs body.  He loved people, he didn't care if they didnt love him...he was gonna show them though that he loved them!  People used to say he'd be quite intimidating if you couldnt see his stumpy little tail wagging furiously as he stood with his front feet up on the gate to see who was coming up the driveway. 
He loved kids...I am so sure he thought he WAS one!
He loved cats...even more so if they tolerated his constant grooming of them.
He was frightened to death of chooks...if any of our chickens got out of their paddock, he would freeze...like "if I stand really still they won't see me and maybe I can escape" haha..
He LOVED when I was making pancakes... you almost had to scrape him off the back door...he'd be standing there looking in...like "What about me...do I get one..do I get one?? Hello???"  Of course he'd always get one.
He used to love eating apples with his front teeth.
He loved it when we'd buy him presents....usually balls / toys which were usually shredded within a 2minute time frame (sometimes we'd sit amazed...timing him).
He soooo knew how to read you.  If you were a bit grumpy...he was always "in the background" laying low...would move slowly over and give you a little nudge...how could you resist that ?
If you were happy/energetic he'd milk it for all it was worth...dropping toys down for you to "tug a war" with.  Or challenging you to a wrestle... he had a cool way of wrapping his front paw around your leg and pulling...used to love to do that wanting a full on wrestle on the ground.  He was great to wrestle with...miss his silly wrestles.
He was a good dog...really trustworthy.  He never growled...even when his food was served up.  Some dogs are unpredictable and growl when you go near their food...but he always waited until you had left the food before he ate away.  The kennels etc he used to go to when we were away for the weekend ALWAYS commented on his great manners.  I never ever got a picture but often we'd feed him, then our kitten would go and start eating out of the bowl with him...and one day there was a the cat...a chicken...and Floyd.  Of course Floyd let the chicken have first go at the food cos there was no way he was going to interrupt her!! lol
At night when he got tired, he would come to the door or the windows...to let Warren know he was ready for his biscuit before bed...Warren would give him usually 3 tux biscuits and off he'd go...he'd take them into his kennel and settle down for the night.
This dog that Warren hadn't really wanted in the beginning was now like a son to Warren!

When we were due to have Asher, I worried about how Floyd was going to handle it, and worried that he might try and lord it over the new baby.... but we brought Asher home... let Floyd look at him, sniff him, and it was like he was instantly protective of him.  If we got home from being in town and Asher was asleep in the car... I would leave him in the car while I unloaded the groceries etc into the house, and Floyd would come and sit perched right outside the door where Ash was.  And he would stay there until I had taken all the things inside, and come to get him.  Once Asher woke and screamed, and Floyd was so funny... he came running up to the window then disappeared...(had gone back to the car)...then came bounding to the window again like "Cant you hear him...hes crying...do something"  He was amazing with Asher.
As Asher toddled round, Floyd would follow him watching him..just following nearby. 
Often if people came around, or we were down the driveway and anyone else came and stopped to talk, Floyd would just move quietly between Asher and the other people...Warren and I noticed that regularly.  He never did it in a threatening way...but always placed himself between them, it was really endearing.
As soon as Asher could talk he was bossing Floyd around (and Floyd actually listened).  They really loved each other and had a definite bond.  What was amazing was to see this big 58kg dog being so very gentle with kids...especially Asher.  He was a lot rougher with us...like he knew we could handle it.

Anyway I could go on and on about our Floyd...

but one day we woke up and noticed that Floyd was a bit "off colour".  He was a bit shaky...not overly enthused about anything...not even his breakfast.  He was ill and there was no mistaking that.
We took him to the vet, and they checked him over..did bloods ... gave him some pain relief as they thought perhaps his hips were a bit sore. 
Well..that seemed to do the trick...he bounced back and seemed lively again.....................
.....................but only for a few days.  So it was back to the vet, as they decided to do some x-rays and perhaps a scan to see what was going on.
They said it would take a little while so to leave him there...pick him up in the afternoon when the sedation had worn off.
So...I load him in to the van...Asher into his carseat.  We head to Playcentre, where I drop Asher off for the morning.  I take Floyd to the vets..drop him off, and am halfway back home when I get a call from the vet. 
"Juanita..........big pause"
I'm not liking the tone of the Vets voice.......I know something crap is about to follow.
"Yeessss" I say trying to drag it out and prolong what awfulness is going to be revealed.
"It's not good news at all"
~Breathe Neetz~
"We found a huge tumour on Floyds spleen"
"What?? I say like I don't understand any english or something"
"We found a tumour and we also discovered he's been bleeding internally"
~Oh no...Im trying hard not to cry too hard~
That's how we got the bad news that our boy was in a bad way.
We had lots of decisions to make and they had to be made immediately.  Did we want them to intervene, or should we let him go peacefully.  Did we have lots of $$$$ to spend, as if we were going to try and do something, then it was going to cost thousands of dollars, and even then, if it wasn't successful he still might not pull through due to the fact that he was nearly 9 and rotties are generally "past their best" by 7 or 8.  The other thing to consider was that because it was a fast growing tumour, we may intervene...he may not leave the vets care for 6 or 7 weeks due to treatment he had to have, and then in that time, it may well have grown back again.....What do we do???  What would you do???
The other fact was...that our vets do not do "time payments". So, we had to have the money right then and there...we couldnt pay it off.  (We were due to have a baby in a few months also). 
I had to make this decision right now too...as if they were going to intervene they had to do it NOW.
I rang Warren, who was just stunned.  He wanted me to decide.  I wanted him to decide.
How do you put a price on a "family member??"  We had to be realistic though...we couldn't just splash thousands of dollars away without much of a guarantee that he might come right. 
I rang the vet back...she tried to give us the pros and the cons... of doing the operation..and of not doing the operation.  Unfortunately there were far too many "cons" when considering intervening. 
I rang warren back and forth about another 4 times. 
I was sitting on the side of the road...bawling like a baby...trying to make decisions about Floyds life.
My husband I could tell was so so so upset...we both could hardly talk on the phone let alone make decisions.  I knew that Warren would spend "whatever it would take" to keep our boy.....and much as I wanted to, I had to be realistic about the baby coming and what we still needed to buy etc. 
Warren wanted me to decide Floyds fate.
I rang the vet one last time...I asked her very bluntly
"If this were your dog, Please tell me truthfully what you would do"
She ummed and ahhhed...and finally said..
"We're not really supposed to answer questions like that...it is totally your decision....HOWEVER...IF he were my dog...and the prognosis even after surgical intervention was not that great...then I think I would, out of LOVE for my dog...have him put to sleep, as the recovery will be a long hard tedious one which he may not even get through".
It was then that I knew....we were losing our big boy today.
"Can We come and say goodbye to him...and hold him when you put him to sleep??" I asked, not knowing really if I could do it...but wanting the option.
"Of course you can...we'll make him comfy...you can take him for a walk...give him some biscuits...make a fuss of him and when youre ready sometime this afternoon we can put him to sleep while you cuddle him".
I just burst into tears and couldnot talk.

I remember people walking by the car looking at me like "what's going on"...but I didn't give a toss.
My heart was breaking like you wouldn't believe.
Now I had to ring my husband and tell him...and go get my son and tell him...
I spluttered over the phone to Warren who couldn't even speak. 
I went back to playcentre in a mess......and I watched my sons heart breaking as I told him what was going on with his "brother" (that's how he saw Floyd). 
"Can I come and say goodbye and  help him go to heaven Mum" he asked sobbing.
"Of course you can hun" I said wondering how he was gonna handle all of this.  He'd lost a pet goat, and a couple of chickens....but they were like "pet pets" Floyd was like Family.  This was a totally different thing!
When I rang to arrange to meet Warren at the Vets...he was in tears.
He couldn't do it.  He could not bring himself to say goodbye...he was a mess...
This totally threw me, as I had never imagined Warren NOT being there...


My heart was so achy...and in almost PHYSICAL pain when we pulled up to the Vet clinic.
They took us out the back where the cages were....and there was our handsome big boy.  All excited to see us...almost folding in half from wagging so hard out...Huge licks for Asher...big "bunts" for Mummy...
I just grabbed his big neck and cried and cried into his fur.  He was looking at me like.."Cmon..lets get outta here..and "what's your problem".  Asher was crying and tellign floyd how much he loved him.

They took us to a room and had some yummy doggy snacks there that we were allowed to give him..




we took him for a walk lots of cuddles....then said goodbye.
We cuddled him...we kissed him as they slid the needle into his leg.
Asher sang him "I love you, you love me"
I told him he was the best dog we could have ever dreamed of...he licked our tears...
he loved the attention, I swear he was smiling as he looked in Ashers eyes...and as his head grew heavy in my arms....then
I cried and cried Ash did too...I felt him take a few erratic breaths...then he was gone.
Our handsome big boy was gone and both the vets were also bawling their eyes out.
We sat there for a while until we were calm enough to wrap him up and take him home to bury on our hill.

When I got home Warren was there ...digging the hole.
We cuddled him, said goodbyes, remembered funny times....then my brave husband carried his big boy up the hill.  Our cat came and rubbed against him, and that made us cry more...then we buried him...on the hill.

We still miss him like crazy, and I have to be honest, Ive cried more than a few times writing this.
My husband cant imagine another dog taking floyds place.  Im slowly warming to the idea of another...and Asher really wants another, and regularly talks about his floydy.


Friday, 16 July 2010

38 YEARS ON ...

Happy 38th Wedding Anniversary Mum n Dad
Been through so much...lots of "Happy" and some "Sad"
Braving the tough times together so strong
Knowing together, you can do no wrong

Showing us, teaching us, how to love and care
and even when times get so hard, to "be there"
to hand hold, to cuddle, to guide and have fun
and even in dark times to look for the sun.

Such great examples, of real family love
our awesome great gift from our God up above
We love you, forever, and will always do
We're blessed and we know it, that we've got you two
xxxx


love you loads xxxx

Dreams


I have always had a very vivid and realistic dream life.  My Dad always used to laugh and roll his eyes when I relayed any dreams I'd had as a kid (not Mum though as she also has lots of dreams and can recall them perfectly like I do). 
My husband now laughs and rolls his eyes at me when I am telling him - in detail - what I've dreamed each night.
Anyway...Man, did I have some mega weird dreams last night.  The one that stood out most however was one where a friend of mine (who passed away in a tragic accident a few years ago) was at a gala day that we were attending.  There was absolutely nothing scary or "fearful" about the dream, if anything it was really exciting, to see him again looking awesome as ever and totally calm, like he hadn't been gone from our presence at all.  I was so thrilled to see him I took out my camera, and took a whole heap of pics of him...just clowning around, leaning on a tree, being a big goober and having lots of fun. 
It's not until I think about it now, that I realise although we were interacting (in the dream)...we were not talking, ..... at all.  It was just "hanging out" together.  And while we we weren't talking, I was pretty excited, almost overwhelmed that he was there...within reach..and my heart really was happy.
I remember looking around, hoping that some of his family were also at this gala day so I could "show him" to them.  More photos were taken, and then he just disappeared into the crowd.  No goodbyes, no hugs nothing...just "whoosh" gone.
My heart ached...really really ached, but I excitedly pushed the button on the camera that displayed (on the LCD) the pics I had taken.
...................Nothing.................
Well..there was a tree.....and people in the background,  there was everything, but my friend was very much absent from all of the pictures.
I woke up pretty much around this time............happy to have spent some time hanging out with my very missed friend, but also very sad that it had been a dream.
It was the first time that I'd dreamt about him.
 I usually have this kind of dream about my Nana Larkins, though I usually wake up crying from missing her so terribly......my pillow in a right wet state.
I wonder if dreams like this are our little reminder of how special and loved our friends/family who have passed on, were/are to us?  Does anyone else have dreams like this?

Thursday, 15 July 2010

ITS A CATS LIFE

Sometimes I think I'd like to be a cat.
Allowed to laze in the sun for ungodly periods of time
Have a good ol yawn without covering my mouth
(and feel absolutely no shame in this!)
Just have a wash out in the sunshine!

:)
You go Chubby bum!  Enjoy your cruisey life bro!

Monday, 12 July 2010

I know it's "Miscellany...or Mindful or Magic" Monday but Im gonna do a "Things Im loving on Monday" post! ...(so there) :P

Comfy old redband gumboots

new WATERPROOF mascara for those funerals and sad movies

My big boy feeling much more lively and better than he has in a long while!

My cheeky miss causing chaos in our house

And  running around at 100mph

Giving my boy something he's been wanting for ages "Gelli Baff"

A little christmas in July
and close up ...
the colours are gorgeous!


Our little wall of love ..from family of 2, to 3, to 4 ... FULLSTOP! ;)

Hope you guys are having a great day
xx

Sunday, 11 July 2010

Sicky Saturday and Sunday :(

Well....Im so over sickness in EVERY and ANY form!  I think we've had our years worth thanks...I know it's only July but that's it...no more for our household thank you very much!

Gee..does it ever feel like your household (one or more of the total) is continually sick?  Im beginning to feel this way. 

2 weeks ago first Kendyl, and then within 2 days, Asher became unwell... typical flu like symptoms... the headaches, feeling yuck etc...then followed by fevers....then followed by a rash... not a meningitis-type rash, a yucky pustule type rash indicative of "hand foot and mouth" disease (very common in children)....((NOTE: NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE "FOOT AND MOUTH" AS CONTRACTED BY ANIMALS!!!!))   I had to clear that up as so many people haven't heard of Hand foot and mouth and automatically think of the "animal type" that is feared by all farmers and people of the land...

Although Asher's had hand foot and mouth when he was one...and should theoretically be unlikely to get it again, the symptoms seemed pretty obvious to me and are telling me....he's got it again!  I mention this to the Doctor, but she shakes her head, (as the rash hasn't yet become apparent on Ash)...and puts lil ol me in my place  (I mean I am just a registered nurse...NOT a DOCTOR!!)...that there is no way he will have it again given the severity of his initial case.
Okay...so I go away from the consultation thinking that sure, Kendyls got HFMD but Asher must just have a really bad case of the 'flu then cos he's shivery, feeling nauseous, headachy...generally yuck.  That is until the very next morning when he is sporting the exact same rash that our little miss is!  ((SURPRISE!!)).
I feel like marching him back in to "SHOW" the doctor the rash that she's been adamant would not occur....half out of  "haha I told ya so" and half out of worry for my boy since his rash is developing at the rate of knots and is looking pretty nasty.
But I don't...I just continue to treat his fevers, to check on the rash and ensure it doesnt become infected etc... and to hide him from the general public as he looks well....plain scary to be honest! 

Once Kendyls spots develop, she makes a pretty speedy recovery (whew).  However Mr Ash takes a decline and the spots just take over.... they're in the back of his throat...top of his mouth...in his hair, ears, up his nose..to the point where one nostril is almost closed over and full of blood/pus  (TMI sorry...but most of you are Mums or nurses, I know you can handle it!).
Then they invade his poor hands...right in between his fingers...up the sides of them, so they hurt when they touch...they look really really nasty and he's a big ball of misery.  I take him back for that visit to the doctor... they only give him some topical "foban" cream to apply....nevermind the nightmare of trying to dress the things without them sticking together etc... nor do they give him any antibiotics even though I try to suggest them...and try all sorts of subliminal messages...she doesn't think he's "bad" enough though.
(I try to tell her in a nice way that my son may not exhibit the moany/whingey/whoa is me signs that some kids do when they're unwell, but I know my boy and I know when he's not too good)... doesn't work.

*** THIS IS NOT ASHER, BUT A PIC OF HFMD..ASH HAD IT MUCH WORSE THAN THIS PIC TOO...SO YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW AWFUL IT HAS BEEN!! ***
So, this Friday night rolls around and Kendyl's probably 93%, Asher's approx 62%, then my darling husband comes home about 50%....arrrggh just what the household needs!!  He's got a really horrible sore throat, is feeling blerk, and just wants to curl up and make the world go away...me...I'm just knackered from all the extra "loving" required this past week.  I can tell it's gonna be a LOOOONNNGG weekend!

Yesterday (Saturday) Ash wakes up with his adaptic dressings (which are non-adhesive and shouldn't really stick to his raw fingers/hands) firmly stuck in place with blood and gunk, and he looks like an awful burns victim.  Im taking him to Whitecross, or A&E, or somewhere...but first to get these horrific dressings off him (it aint gonna be pretty I know this much)......so I run him a lovely warm bath, and get him to soak soak soak, as I know he's not gonna like it if we present at either doctors with said dressings still stuck!!
My poor boy cries and screams like I haven't heard for a long time..........and it takes us 2 and a half hours in a warm bath to get those damned things soaked off his poor hands (which are now so macerated and bleeding that it breaks my heart). 
I have to dry him off, dress him warm and just bundle him into the van and we're off... my poor REALLY ill hubby has to take charge of a now screaming for attention 15mth old, so he's feeling like pooh! (not as in "the bear" either).
Ash and I get to Whitecross and are told that we face an hour long wait.  Im so glad I had given him both neurofen and pamol, as he was not feeling too comfy at this stage.  but we finally get in to see a doctor, 2 hours and 10mins later, just as I'm feeling a little grumpy as 3 people who came after us have already been in! 
The nurse comes in and takes a look at Asher and says...."Ohh darlin' we should have seen you quicker"  ... AHHH do ya think?? lol
So the doc comes and says "Well what do we have here??" (((My chance!!))) 
I say... "What we have here is an awful case of HFMD that has progressed so quickly and become infected that I now think my son has a raging infection and needs some oral antibiotics, as well as some stronger topical cream, and perhaps something we can bathe his poor hands in...........and while you're at it can you tell me how I can adequately dress this as adaptic doesn't seem to be working"....
Well the doctor said...
"yes... I totally agree"
I almost fell off my chair!!  Yay... progress!
So, within 5 minutes of seeing that doctor, she had given us  prescriptions for 3 big tubes of bactroban, some pinetarsol to soak in, some oral antibiotics, and a huge tub of aqueous cream (for the other non blistered areas), and a whole heap of dressings (that she said...here, stick these in your purse...lol).....
and off we went... for a half an hour wait at the chemist.

We got a treat since Ash had been so brave, and we hadn't eaten...McDonalds....took them home and hubby was so happy to be relieved of babysitting duties...he kinda just ate and then became comatose!
Asher took to his "nest" on the couch, and Kendyl assumed the "feeding" position.  I was totally knackered!

Today started off terribly..with a very sick hubby, sore hands for Ash, ((but already looking much better thanks to a few doses of a/b's)), and a grumpy baby who woke with a very clogged up snotty nose...arrgghhh.....
thankfully the day got a bit better.  Son was looking brighter, hubby began interacting with the family again, but there was a continual "wiping of snot" from bubs.........yuck!
So...that was our stinky sickly Saturday and sunday.....................surely things have to get healthier now!!

I hope you all have had a much better weekend full of fun, HEALTH and lots of laughter!!
Hopefully my next blog will be full of good things!!
xxx

Thursday, 8 July 2010

Magic carpet rides and Messy Mayhem!

Warren went to work early this morning...and because I was REAL late getting to bed last night...I wanted "just a few minutes more....." sleep. (you know what I mean aye mums??)
I said... "Asher, you're the man of the house this morning...you're in charge...take bubba out in the lounge and I'll be out soon". 
He did... this is what I eventually came out to....

THE LOUDEST LAUGHTER
THE SHRILLEST OF SHOUTS
THE GIGGLIEST GIGGLES.....

...it was "Magic Carpet Rides" time...

Asher was cracking up...Kendyl was shrieking with laughter...it was awesome


I think this is how they were imaging they were doing it.... heehee..


I love it when I wake up to laughing and fun sounds rather than screaming and crying and whinging!!
On the "down" side however...Asher had decided that Kendyl was a bit hungry...so he had poured her some cereal into a little bowl....and that in turn was scattered all over the house thanks to the "Magic carpet riding"...Ohhh well...easy to clean up! At least they were having some fun...and I got a few extra minutes all by myself in my yummy warm bed!

My old addiction...(that Im contemplating starting again!) :)

Hi y'all...well it's confession time.  And I have confessed this before to my facebook friends.........
I had/have an addiction
My addiction has been so well controlled over the last (almost) year that I haven't been actively involved in it for a while.....BUT...
It has been calling to me....

this addiction used to keep me so tied up that any spare time I had would be devoted to it.
I would drop my son at school....quickly come home...put baby to sleep and then indulge...

I would neglect the dusty corners....the dirty "in need of a mop" floorboards...to feed my habit...
My husband scoffed at me when I told him I was "going cold turkey".... my friends also said "we'll see how long this lasts".... but I've been pretty good....
But it's been beckoning...and I think I'm caving....I wanna do it so bad....my friends who also indulge have been luring me back, saying they miss my company....my contact etc....sure we email etc but its not the same...

I think I'm going back...
...Im going back to SINGSNAP!!!

I did a foolish thing and logged in there tonight and saw the influx of new songs available and then it took me about a good 10mins to wipe the drool from my keyboard.

What is Singsnap some of you may ask?? 
It is only the best online Karaoke community ever!!! :)
You can open a free account or you can go the paid route and get a "GOLD" membership....and that gives you so much more options...it RAWKS!
It's fun...and a great way to make some neat friends.  You don't have to be able to sing so well....just have to come and have FUN!  So..if you wanna join me... and you have a microphone and (though it's not a MUST)...a webcam...then come to http://www.singsnap.com/ and join in!
Some people have the flashest amazing equipment (and it really does make em sound fantastic)... but I just use my little $4 microphone that came with the computer... I do wanna try and somehow plug my awesome Sennheiser wireless Evolution series microphone in, but even with the mixer...I can't seem to work it out so I just stick with the little tiny jobbie that's on the 'puter and it may sound suckier, but I still have fun! :)
You can even save/post some of your songs....send them to people.  Often I will do a song for a friend who's going through something... or who I wanna cheer up...and you can send them the link, so it makes a special "gift" to them.....free but special! :)

Here are a few that are special for different reasons...

This first one was my just-turned-5yr old son and I doing "Funhouse"...which was his fave song at the time.  It was going a bit fast for him to sing like he really can....and it didn't help that I didn't know it very well at that stage...so it's not an awesome job....but its a "great fun memory" that Asher loves to look at every now and then :)..... NOTE:  we sing "burn this SUCKER down" not what Pink does ;)


Then there's this one.... which may not be my "style" of music...but is a fun duet done with Dave who lives in the states...you can duet with people from all over the world either in real time or seperately...just do your parts seperately... :)  This is our version of "Rocking good way" .. (just a bit of fun)


Then there's some of my all-time favourite songs... that are fun to sing...
"Saved the best for last"

Bonnie Raitt's "I can't make you love me"


and HEAPS more....

Anyway...I am hoping that some of you will come over "to the dark side" and join me in my Singsnap addiction!!!! Gimme a yell if you start (or have) an account so we can hook up over there!

WOOOHHHOO...watchout SS Im coming back! ;)

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

My time of the morning...

Well it's 1.34am...and it's about now that Im up blogging, as the rest of the household is fast asleep and ((hopefully)) quiet. 
I've always been a bit of a night/early morning owl...even as a kid.  Not too keen on the early morns, but I "come alive" in the night.  This has been great and come in handy when I was nursing and rostered on nights, as they didn't phase me at all.  It has also been cool with doing nights with the band.  I often don't rock on in until about 3 or 4am when we have been gigging, and to be honest I get home and am wide awake....which is fine until I do decide to get to bed .... only to be woken pretty soon by over-enthusiastic kiddies who wanna see Mummy (cos she's been out the night before and they wanna "catch up").
Hubby's usually really awesome at rounding em up and shutting 2 doors between me and them so that I get a bit of a sleep....however I can't seem to resist the whispers of "is Mum home?" and my baby yelling "mumma...mum mum mumma".

Anyway, I'm going to start making an effort to get to bed earlier, as this is a bit ridiculous....especially through the week...weekends is okay...but weekdays...hmmm?? will see.

What time of the day are you "at your peak?"  Are you a morning or night person??