No it's not. It's almost 9:00. Ever since I had Noah, I have viewed any time later than 8:00 too late to go and do anything. It doesn't help that my beddy-bye time is somewhere between 9:30 and 10:30. If I'm up past 10:30, I am a grouch.
Stephan, on the other hand, is a night owl. At this very moment, he is about to go running. Most nights, he tucks me in and stays in bed long enough for me to fall asleep, then goes into the living room and does who knows what for another hour or two. I know this is true because I clean his messes in the morning.
Good thing I'm such a pleasant morning person.