  Ugh. I hate getting up this early. Human beings should be cosily in bed, curled up with a feather pillow and cool sheets with a 300 thread count at this time of the day. Everything should start later. I, Kim, Goddess of the Universe, declare it so. So mote it be . There. That's better. Now go back to bed (but make sure you still get to work/school on time).
The husband is all excited about his new bar. He woke up at 5:30 this morning, turned on the hall light causing me to not be able to sleep comfy like, and went to putter around in the kitchen. I am teaching my first step class this AM at 9, so I needed to get up and think about what I was going to teach anyway. Bleah! Mornings suck. I much prefer to get up at around 8:30. Much more civilized. I realize there are some dementedly happy people who enjoy getting up at the crack of dawn.
I think perhaps if that is you then you might consider some healthy therapy. Come to my place to spend the night, I'll show you how much nicer it is to sleep till all the traffic is gone from the roads, and there are fresh cranberry raspberry orange scones to be had, dripping with a little real butter. Screw that whole "worm" crap. 
