Yet, that is the time I woke up this morning, 4:45 a.m. At least that is the time the alarm woke me up, my body, in some cruel joke, did so at around 2:30 a.m. first.
My daughter is heading into NYC via bus trip to explore a number of art museums with her art class. I'm excited for her to have this experience but she's always going to be my little girl, so I also have to have a tinge of worry - but mostly, I know it's going to be a great time for her and her classmates.
Cracks me up that when I normally wake her at about 5:45-6 am, she's all crabby and a pain in the ass to get up but this morning, she popped right out of bed and got ready - I guess it's an adrenaline thing.
Looking forward to hearing about her trip...