I like to get up a little before 5. I go downstairs, feed our Maximum Leader, brew some java and then surf the web and blog. Around 6, I get our daughter up and the school and workday begins. That hour or more to myself in the morning makes all the difference in the rest of the day.
This morning, my wife nudged me and let me know it was 6:15. I was still asleep. Mornings like this set my teeth on edge. I need my coffee to get going and I need my alone time. It's not a practical thing. I still ended up with my coffee and I can find the same amount of alone time elsewhere in the day's schedule, but I throw an internal tantrum if it's not first thing in the morning.
I know what you're thinking - set your alarm, dummy! Irrational tantrum #2: I don't like to set my alarm. If I do and I wake up in the middle of the night, I lay there calculating how much time I have left before the alarm goes off and can't get back to sleep.
Everything in the morning has to be just so. It's a sacred ritual. An irrational, sacred ritual.
My ritual works almost every morning, but when it doesn't the day begins under a cloud.
The best part of waking up is Folger's and the Interweb Tubes.