Um, No. There is No Why to Waking Up at 5:30 A.M. Except for Work...and Even That Bites. Three More Days & It's Done

I used to be in room 301 by 6:30 a.m., simply because I needed an hour of time to get ready for the day. Back then, however, I could shower quickly before heading in, but the 5:30 wake-up time was a norm. It's also my go-to time for summer work with CWP-Fairfield. I need my coffee before I can function, and I like to be on campus as soon as I can get there.

Technically, I set my alarm for 6, but I usually have an internal clock that goes off 30-minutes earlier (and this doesn't count Karal's morning Yoga stretches across my body). The sun is rising, the Raisin Bran calls, and I can read my papers with plenty of time to get on the road as needed (well, to sit in traffic on I-95).

This is teacher demonstration week, so the Bryan-prep is minimal, except for feedback, arrangements, and the maintenance of flow. I have a spectacular group, so I'm looking forward to the learning, pace, and energy put forward by the teachers.

The teachers are why I'm waking up at 5:30 this week is easier and they are a good reason. School and work are justified. 

But waking up at 5:30 a.m. is dumb, and I can't wait to end that tradition on Friday. Sure, I still wake up by 6:30/7:00, but I will not have to do it any earlier.

Yuck. 

I'm flashing back to high school, too, when the ritual of mom showers, Cynde showers, KC showers, then it's my turn, was a norm. All the hair dryers, curling irons, radios, and spoon-slapping cacophonies at the kitchen table. It gives me anxiety.

I hate mornings. Actually, I hate waking up. I'm slow, but I'm always ready to go.

And here we go once again.