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.