No one likes to wake up at 5am.
No one.
If you say, "I like waking up at 5am! I really do!" I'm going to assume that you also like papercuts and food poisining. But if you're a reasonably sane person, I can pretty much guarantee that you don't like waking up at this ungodly hour.
In fact, you'd probably rather someone punch you in the face repeatedly than wake up at 5am. No? Just me?
I seriously think I might take the face punching...
Alas. I am a mother of a son who thinks that 5am is a perfectly wonderful time to rise.
5am is a fabulous time to sit straight up in bed with incredible alertness, and chirp loudly, "Ma ma ma! Da da da! Na na na! Stay! Fan! Ball! Eyes! Ears!"
This wretched time of day is apparently the best time to recite one's entire vocabulary list. Loudly. With a smile. While jumping on the bed, and occasionally falling to head-butt you.
And despite my best suggestions, "Want to play 'let's go back to sleep'?" He somehow always thinks that kicking a ball around or going outside is a better idea.
*yawn*
At least I don't need to set my alarm clock...
See people? Optimisim. My cup of triple shot espresso is half full. Half fucking full at 5-fucking-o'clock.
If you'd like to read more stories about me bitching about lack of sleep you can read this one. Or heck, check out the video we made.
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