Early to Bed...Early to Rise

If the saying "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise" is true then I should be running marathons with money hanging out of my pockets and wisdom flowing from me. But I don't have any of these things. I am just tired. My kids (bless their little early rising hearts) wake up at the crack of dawn. The other day Autumn was up at 5:30am to be followed by Brookley waking up to eat and Jonny climbing in my bed all before 6:00am. Bruce left at 5am to golf and so I was on my own (they must get this early rising from their dad). It doesn't seem to matter what time they go to bed, they have always been early risers. If they sleep into 7am I consider myself lucky. The other problem is that they wake up demanding things like breakfast or for me to go downstairs with them and are literally jumping on me. Someday they might learn that I would be a nicer mom if I got a little more sleep. I decided since I wake up early anyway with little chance of getting to sleep in that I would start exercising in the morning. Most days I go walking with a friend at 6:30am. Surprisingly this makes me so happy because if I am going to have to get up early I am at least doing something for myself and I feel a little in control that it was my choice to wake up before being attacked by toddlers. It gets my blood flowing so when I get back and see my cute little family all up and needing me I am in a good place mentally and physically to take care of their needs. Still I would like to sleep in once in a while...if only I could help the kids understand what a weekend is.