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…