I am not a morning person.  Barely a mid morning person.  I am tolerable around 9 and human at 10.  I have to warn overnight visitors that I don’t do conversation until 9ish.

Grace just started her summer swim practices.  At 5:30 AM daily.

Her first one wasn’t without a bump in the road.  She came running in my room at 2:30 AM freaking out that she was late and J (my wonderful friend who agreed to drive her) was going to kill her.  I convinced her to go back to sleep but couldn’t convince myself.  I spent the next several hours worrying about waking up.

When she got home we were all still in bed.  I suggested she go back to bed.  Instead it sounds like she is doing P90X.  She had a smile on her face and has yet to complain about getting up so early during summer break.  1 down – 39 to go.

I wish I was 12.  I am debating a second pot of coffee…