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early mornings

sleepy face smiling.
it's funny how the older john gets, and the more time spent with him is "quality time," the more my other priorities seem to shift. i guess that's probably a universal thing all mamas (all parents) go through, but it really hit home for me today.

this morning i got up at 5 - the required time to get to the gym in time to get to work on time. i almost didn't get out of bed. i was so tired, and my husband was sleeping so snug next to me. i lay there and i thought about how i could just adjust my alarm and go back to sleep, and hit the gym after work.

and then i remembered last night. last night was a good night, don't get me wrong - but by the time my husband and i had both fit in our exercise (i ran with john and buddy, husband went to the gym), it was pretty much time to put john to bed. and there we were at 8pm cooking dinner, and realizing we didn't have a key ingredient, and oh the ground beef was still frozen, so chinese takeout at 9pm passed for dinner last night.

harried, hectic, unhealthy, and where was that quality time we wanted to spend as a family?

so now, i am determined to get my workouts - and runs - in the mornings. it buys me time with my wee peanut, who won't be so wee for very long. it buys me time with my husband, whose company i truly just enjoy. and it buys us time as a family, hanging out, playing games, coloring, dancing, whatever.

and that, friends, THAT is what it's all about. bring it on, 5am.

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