Early Mornings

By now my family is well aware of my love/hate relationship with early mornings. I love to be up just as the sun has risen when the air is crisp and the house is quiet. The problem I have is actually getting up. It kills me when my 4am alarm clock goes off blaring in my ear until about 45 minutes later when I can form coherent thoughts and begin to consider dragging my exhausted self out of bed. The hour between 4am and 5am [or whenever i happen to be waking up] is by far the worst. Nothing in the world seems more inviting than crawling back into my warm and cozy bed to fall back asleep and block out my responsibilities. I admit, sometimes [ok most of the time] I give in to this and end up way oversleeping. As a result I have mastered the art of fast showers, braiding my hair while getting dressed, putting on shoes while flying down the stairs, and eating breakfast [if I'm lucky] while driving [and trying my best not to get pulled over]. I know getting up just a mere 20 minutes earlier would considerably relax my mornings... and when I do manage this I NEVER regret it... but this is where the love/hate part comes in. I love being up early, I just hate getting up early.