My younger half was going to hang out with the grandparents yesterday while I took Sam to his neuro appointment. My parents only live about 45 minutes away and we see them a few times a month, but the excitement at the prospect of going to Bebe and Pompa's house (also referred to as Beebs and Pomps when we are feeling too lazy to use two syllable names) is beyond exciting.
They spent all of Sunday evening looking forward to it and planning what to do while there.
And then Monday morning rolled around. My alarm went off at 4:45am (yes really), because I had a 5:15 workout scheduled. I was lazing in bed for a few minutes before I had to suck it up and get going.
As I laid there, I saw my bedroom door open.
"What the?! Why in the world are you awake? It's 4 something in the morning?"
"Is it time to go yet?"
"To see Beebs and Pomps! Is it time to go?"
"No. PLEASE go get back in bed."
The 6 year old retreated. But not too far.
As I was headed out the door shortly after 5, I bumped into said 6yr old, who was now accompanied by his 4yr old sidekick. They were putting their socks and shoes at the front door so that they'd be ready to go. Both were already dressed as well.
They had a long wait till 8:30 when it was actually time to go.
So other than a long wait, what's the drawback to that early rising excitement?
You sleep through dinner.