5:15 the alarm goes off. Hit the snooze button. But, just one time. In 10 minutes, I’m up and throwing on the gym clothes. I’m trying to ignore the bleeding mascara that my make up removing, face washing regime the night before did not successfully eliminate.
It’s still dark, maybe no one will notice and all the people at the gym are spinning in the dark and soon enough my face will be sweating it all off anyway.
My stomach is bloated from a weekend of splurging and it’s time to get back to the routine.
Fill up the water bottle, grab a towel and meet my trainer at 6am. Yeah, I have a personal trainer and she pretty much rocks my world and provides just the right amount of guilt.
She kicks my ass beyond what I thought I was capable of and in 1 hour I am on my way out, already sore hamstrings and biceps, to meet the kids and a just rising Dutch Man.
Next up, kids make their own lunch – it’s like the most amazing thing that has happened in the last month. It means I can make coffee and shower AND be ready BEFORE taking them to school and actually getting my work day started by 9am with blown out hair.
8:30 am, drop the kids off at school and I’m ready for my first call of the day. Download with my partner, drink more coffee, plunge through the long list of to do’s and grab the top 3 must do’s.
And amidst getting those top 3 items checked off the list, I take the phone calls, meetings and email breaks, all while watching the clock to see if I can squeeze in something fabulous, like an eyebrow wax, facial or mani/pedi… a blog post!
Suddenly it’s 3:30 and the afternoon begins of dropping one kid of at soccer and the other to get new cleats (didn’t we just buy some like 5 minutes ago?) and then back again to pick up the other, arriving only 5 minutes late. Success!
Then it’s voice lessons at the house and then “sigh” – dinner time and homework.
Can you really blame me for watching the Bachelor with a glass of red when all is said and done?
Yeah, I took a hiatus for many years out of disgust and lo and behold, here I am devouring it like red vines and popcorn on a cheat day.