I am not 5-years-old...I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!!!

It it 4:19 am...no lie, check the time stamp on the post. Well, it may say when I actually finish and hit the publish button, but believe me it is 4:19 am. Why am I blogging at 4 am you ask? Well let me tell you (Oh yeah warning, this is a complaining post btw). My friend Kristen & her neighbor Donna go running every Saturday morning at 5 am. A LONG time ago they invited me to go with them. While I am NOT a morning person I have wanted to go with them, but just about EVERY Saturday morning at about 5 am Kent is getting out of bed to go to work so going running is not an option. Well this week Kent has been "on vacation" from Midgley so I told Kristen that I would go running with them. Last night I tried to get to bed at a good time, but I'm just not used to an early bed time & I always struggle with going to bed early because I feel like there is so much I have to do before I go to bed. Finally I tucked myself into bed and then the winds started up. Crazy fast winds that make you nervous that the roof is going to blow off. I texted Kent, from bed, to ask if the new playhouse would be ok since it hasn't been anchored down with sand. He checked on it & said it was fine. So finally about 12 or 12:30 am...ish I got to sleep. That doesn't leave a whole lot of time for sleeping when you're planning on waking up at 4:40 am. Well just before 4 am Kent's alarm goes off and he tells me, "there's your alarm babe." I'm thinking, "WHAT? My Alarm? That was your phone. I have my very own alarm and I set it for when I need to wake up. I am a big girl I don't need your alarm. I'm going back to sleep." That would have worked, maybe, if Kent hadn't hit snooze. Five minutes later his alarm goes off again and by this point I am so annoyed that there is no way I am going to fall back asleep. So I throw back the covers, jump out of bed and head for the bedroom door when I hear, "good luck babe." I know that he is trying to be a helpful and supportive husband. I get that, but seriously, I am not a 5-year-old. I don't need help getting up when I am already so nervous about waking up in time that I can't even sleep. AGHHHH! So what am I supposed to do for 45 minutes while I am ready to go & waiting for them to come get me? Fine I'll complain on my blog because there isn't enough room for this on facebook & no one else is up to listen to me at 4 am. The worst part is as I sit down here & blog I keep hearing alarms go off. Either turn the alarm off and go to sleep or turn it off & get up but you don't need it to keep going off. I'M UP!!!!! UGH! Ok now that I have that out of my system and in cyberspace never to be recalled so it can be used as evidence against me in the courts of heaven (note that I am diffusing my anger so that, hopefully, I don't take it on my run with my thank you). I am a married woman I have the right to be bugged every now & then. Ok  now I am going to go find a quick project to do for the last 15-20 minutes before I go for my run. Wish me luck that I don't blow away before the storm hits. :)