no rest for the wicked

There are only two things in the world I actually enjoy waking up early for:

Having a baby

and

running.

Since I'm not currently pregnant nor plan to be in the near future, running it is.

All day yesterday I fretted over going to the gym today. (Told you I was a worrier.) Would the kids wake up in time? Would it be a fight to get them there? Would my 2-year-old bite someone (again)? And on... and on....

If you can't tell, we haven't had the best gym daycare experiences lately.

So last night I decided to set my alarm and get to it early in the morning.

5:30 am came mighty early.

(yawn)

But I'm so glad I did it. I was rewarded with a nice breeze and a beautiful view.

I'll get plenty of sleep when I'm dead, right?