Needing more sleep

My alarm clock plays a CD of my chosing, at a time of my chosing, every morning. For some reason, I have fallen into the habit of listening to said CD for about an hour before I drag myself from the covers. This is bad.
There is no reason for me to be sleepy in the mornings. I am in bed by about 10, every night. And my alarm goes off 6-ish. That's plenty, right?
I think it's the arival of longer nights, and shorter days. Somehow, if it's dark, my body thinks that sleep is in order. I'll be bleary-eyed by 8:30, just because it's dark outside my windows.
My response to the shorter days can't be allowed. Somehow, I need to overcome my 12 hours of zombieness, so I can get something done around here.

The change of the seasons is wonderful, though. I love the onset of Fall. The mornings are crisp and cool. The days are still quite lovely.
Plus, I have lots of dates.

Tim and I are doing well, thanks for asking.
We've decided that the weekends are too short, so we've settled on a one day work week. Unfortunately, this little self-deception doesn't change my reality. I am still working more than one day a week, it's just that we have dates about 6 nights a week. And that was really the goal.
Dating with children is lots of fun. Every time we go out to dinner, there is built in entertainment. Every evening we stay at home, there is a built in chaperone system. Plus, children allow for exactly zero secrets. You can't pretend that you never raise your voice, when your children are hitting one another, for the 47th time this car ride, for instance. Children sort of speed along the getting-to-know-the-real-you phase.

I'm needing more cofee, now. I'm on one of those half-caff kicks I get on sometimes. Which, come to think of it, could be affecting my sleep patterns.