I wake up at 5:45 most mornings. Some of my friends think I'm nuts, but I love the quiet time before everyone is awake. I read my bible, pray, listen to a talk show, sometimes watch reruns of Angel (that's just embarrassing), or play a little Word Challenge on Facebook. I get laundry done, get breakfast ready. It's actually amazing what I can get done between 5:45 and 7 a.m., which is when I wake the kids. I don't get all of those things done, though, just some of them.
I am absolutely not a night person. Lately, I've been in bed at 9 a.m., asleep by 10 at the latest. I have friends who stay up til 1 in the morning doing what I do early in the morning. I just love getting up, looking over what I have to do for the day, filled with the knowledge that I might be able to accomplish most of what I have planned.
But it's time for me to go wake up the sleepers, which is another of my favorite activities. I love how they smile like people drunk on sleep, crooked and bleary-eyed, and give me hugs with horrible breath. I love how they try to convince me to cuddle rather than stepping out onto the cold floor!