I get up at an ungodly hour so I can be at work at 6am. Really, it's just dreadful. I only do it because I like to be able to pick my little children up after school and if I get to work before the crack of dawn, I'm able to do just that. It's a nice trade off for the most part, but I do believe that I can offer this advice to anyone in a similar situation: If you believe, at 4:30am, that your hair looks hot and sexy? Let me just promise you. It doesn't.
I try to be really quiet when I get up because I don't want to wake up my husband or the children. I don't care if I wake up the dog because she gets to sleep during the day. Also, if I am making sandwiches for the kids she enjoys a spoonful of peanut butter in the morning, so she doesn't mind either.
This morning, though, as I was turning the lights off and almost out the door when I heard, "Baby?"
It was Jason, standing bleary-eyed in the hallway.
"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."
"No, you didn't wake me up," he replied. "I just wanted to say something to you."
Okay. I looked at him expectantly.
He then RAN TOWARD ME at full-speed while shrieking "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I'm not kidding.
Then he held his hand up to high-five me and said, "TEN YEARS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I met him ten years ago today.
I had no idea he would remember.
I hope he didn't wake the children up.