Sorry for the implied language, but seriously.
It's not AS big a deal when one's pretty independent eight year old is awake at the new 4:30am, ready to go, because one's pretty independent eight year old will make her own lunch AND one's coffee with the Keurig. That is nice. Ish.
It is less fun when one's rather grouchy in the morning five year old is awake at the new 5am due to the pretty independent eight year old getting not so quietly dressed, because one's rather grouchy in the morning five year old is prone to picking fights with the aforementioned pretty independent eight year old resulting in screaming and crying and stomping and other unpleasant noises at 5:04am. And that is not nice for anyone.
It is simply unpleasant all around when one's time-confused toddler is awake three times throughout the night because she thinks maybe it's time for it to be morning and does finally settle down round about the new 4:25am and gets a solid thirty-nine minutes of sleep before the rather grouchy in the morning five year old and the pretty independent eight year old begin staging a groggy World War Three in their bedroom.
Least pleasant of all is when one's hardworking husband has to leave for work right in the middle of all of that. I won't say he was running for the door, precisely...but I couldn't have blamed him if he were.
This morning I am thankful for Preschool Prep videos to keep my time-confused and incredibly sleepy and grumpy toddler occupied with something other than yelling at me and emptying all the drawers and cabinets. I am thankful for coffee in large quantities, and for school, and for no RE for Carly. We are spending the entire day in and around the house and I'm not getting in my car AT ALL until after Paul gets home. And that is nice, premature darkness notwithstanding. =)