5am and I are not good friends. If we never saw each other again I would be okay with that. For some reason when I am awake at this hour my brain is attacked by every paranoid negative thought on the planet. Did I lock the doors? What was that noise? Are the kids still breathing? Was I mean to them yesterday? Will I ever sleep again? What is that bump on my head? Should I have it x-rayed?
Sometimes I think I'll just get up and start my day but I never do. And funny enough it will take three alarms at 7:00 to pry my eyelids open from a coma like slumber.