Missing Getting up at the Crack of Dawn...For Real
Call me crazy, but I'm finding myself missing getting my kid up at the butt crack of dawn (as it's known in our house) so we could drive in the pitch dark to school so he could go to wrestling practice. I really liked hanging out with the kid....even though he was a bit grumpy when he got up...and griped about the cold...and spent the time in the car completely under a blanket...and never really talked to me (except for the griping, of course). It was still really lovely mom/son time together.
I think I need to push him to join whatever sport is in season right now.