When I was in high school I set my alarm clock for 5:00am every morning. Well...let me clarify, I set my alarm for 5:00am purposely so I could hit the snooze alarm exactly 3 times before actually getting up at 5:30am. And lest you think I was getting up that early for some noble reason such as early morning seminary or something, let me set you straight on that right now. It was all about the hair. It was the 1980s after all and big hair takes time.
Though I was never a fan of the 5:30am alarm going off each morning, it was doable. Some of that I place squarely on vanity. No way, no how was I walking out that door looking anything less than perfectly coiffed. (I'm telling you, big hair was, well...big.) But also, it was thanks to my dad who was an early to bed, early to rise kind of guy and therefore insisted on shutting down the house around 10:00pm each night. Unless I was sneakily trying to stay up later with a book or some extra homework in my bedroom to the dim light of a lamp, I was usually getting to sleep early enough that 5:30am didn't seem too overly taxing on my body.
My teenagers apparently are not as vain as I was at their age. Either that or their hair and make-up styles are just much simpler to maintain. They tend to get up around 6:30am. But every now and again they find themselves setting their alarms extra early. A test make-up in math class, an early morning madrigal or school musical rehearsal, a meeting of some sort. Rebekah used to wake up ridiculously early on Tuesday mornings (late start schedule at the high school) so she could drive to the temple and do baptisms for the dead with her friends before school started. They called it "Temple Tuesday." But for the most part, my teenagers get up later than I did. (They go to bed a lot later than I did too...but that's another story.)
I'm not sure why but 5:30am takes a much bigger toll on my 41-year old body than it did on my 17-year old one. Okay, maybe I am sure why, I just don't like it. The getting older part OR the waking up at 5:30am part. This SBO campaign more or less ends today. The voting starts tomorrow. After all of this work, I really hope the student body decides to elect her. But regardless of what happens, I think both of us will be extremely happy to see an end to these early mornings! (And an end to dreams about glitter. Another story....)