The decision.

Every night DH and I go to bed before or around midnight.  It's just the way we roll.  He gets home later in the evenings, plays with the kids, we put them to bed and then we can have adult-conversation-without-an-interruption-time:)  However, I *need* 7 hours of sleep.  8 is almost too much and 6 isn't enough.  The problem is, I often fail to actually acknowledge that.  I will get up in the morning at 6:50am, make sure Tay is on her way to getting out the door for school and then I will go.back.to.bed.  It's *rare* that I'm actually sleeping by 12am, so I'm usually still tired and I sleep for another hour pushing me past that 8 hour time limit.  Sometimes I'm just lazy and want my cozy bed for another hour.  :::sigh::: 

Once upon a time, I would get up at 7:15am, get Tay off to school, dress in my workout clothes and head downstairs to the family room where I would proceed to kick my own a** for a hour.  Then she changed schools with 6th grade and her bus started arriving to pick her up more than a half an hour earlier.  Oy. 

This morning I awoke at 6:50am and proceeded to sit in the recliner while trying to decide how tired I was.  I *knew* I wasn't that tired.  I could get dressed and workout.  So I did.  A whole workout without having to move a child out of the way (so cute when Lexi tries to "workout" as well, but she does it right.next.to.me, lol).  One big thing already checked off of my to-do list by the time the little ones rolled out of bed. 

It was nice. I should do that more often.

A whole month.

I skipped a whole month of writing on here. So, either October didn't happen or I suck at blogging. I'm going to go with the latter, even though it felt like the former!

I also discovered that I suck at taking things out of our pantry. I reached for a can of soup and started an avalanche of canned goods that dropped, one by one. One by one, I narrowly escaped the crushing blow of the chicken noodles, cream of mushrooms, and vegetable beefs as they rained around my dancing feet. Missing the cream of chicken however, did not happen. Right on my middle toe of my left foot. Holy hell. It's not broken, but there's a good chance the nail will go:( It has been almost two weeks and it still hurts once in a while. Mostly notably when a small child uses my foot as a little step to get 1/2 inch taller!

#3 on the list of things I suck at: Working out. :::sigh::: I was doing SO good until that toe injury incident. For real, the first few days I was lucky to walk without a limp. By day 3 I could put a shoe on without wincing in pain. Then this past Monday I decided I was going to power through. Work through the pain. Quit my bitching. Yeah, I ate a huge lunch and an hour later I let Jillian Michaels whoop my tail with her "Banish Fat, Boost Metabolism" dvd. Good. God. So dumb, especially since I know better. Tator tot hotdish is NOT a light meal. Combine that with chugging water throughout my workout and the burps that followed were not that pleasant when I was gasping for air. I powered through though and I felt back on track. Um, it's been 5 days and I haven't moved onto the second (of four) disc in my workout lineup yet. I have, however, been taking advantage of the rare great weather and getting active with cleaning up inside the house and outside. So, I'm moving...Jillain just isn't the one cracking the whip;)