Event #1 - Morning Workout
My day starts around 4:15 am. The alarm clock actually goes off before that, but I'm a snoozer - I push that snooze button 2x before I crawl out of bed.
|My weekday and weekend alarms..it's sad that 5:45 is considered "sleeping in"!|
|Some early morning P90X up in here...|
Next, I shower and proceed to get ready for work. Then, I head to the kitchen for my egg whites and a carb (oats, granola, whatever) and make the Kiddo a waffle to eat with her chocolate pudding (yep, she's a creature of habit, too).
|Typical breakfast...egg whites and a carb. In this case it's granola and almond milk, yum!|
Once done, I finish getting ready for work and the Hubs wakes the Munckin...the Munchkin tends to be a bit grumpier than the Kiddo in the morning and needs some help getting ready. (Getting the Muchkin dressed in the morning can sometimes be an event all by itself...) Once we're all ready, we make sure everything is in the car (including the kids) and head to the daycare. Yes, I will admit that on more than one occasion, we've left a bag or a lunch at home and I've had to go back. Sigh, it happens!
|Yes, I know, it's hard to believe these two would ever give me trouble in the mornings!!!|
After the kids are safely
|Not really my bus, but you get the idea. (source)|
Once I get off the bus, I power walk my way to the office (about 5 blocks) and grab some coffee. I may or may not be greeted by one of Houston's transients along the way.
You need fuel in Ironman, the same is true for the work day! When the schedule permits, I have my morning snack, lunch and afternoon snack. Again, like Ironman, sometimes things go as planned...sometimes they don't. You have to adjust and keep plodding along. Sometimes the day is 8 hours, sometimes it takes a little longer than you anticipated to get the job done. (To be honest, sometimes work just tires me the hell out.) Once the work day is over, I power walk back to the bus stop and hang out until a bus decides to arrive. Usually in the afternoon, I am greeted by a nice man on the street who tells me he loves me or calls me beautiful each day...and yes, this man is a complete stranger. Gotta love Downtown Houston!
Once on the bus, I read some more. Or sleep. Or surf the net. Or answer emails. Or sleep. Once at the bus stop, I either head home or to the gym...time for round two!
|Thank you Jesus for the Nook and the iPhone Nook app!!!|
If it's a swim or spin class day, I head to the gym and get'er done. Not my favorite part of the day just because it delays my arrival home (que mommyguilt). But, I am usually happy I've been there once my workout is complete.
|This and the spin room are my home away from home during tri season! (source)|
Next, I head home...obviously, my favorite part of this event! Typically, the Hubs gets home a couple of hours earlier than I do, so he has already taken the kids to swim, gotten them to finish their homework/practice violin, etc. We typically eat dinner together and then get the kids bathed and tucked into bed (much like getting the Munchkin dressed in the morning, this can sometimes be an entirely separate event on it's own!!!) If it's early enough, we might have some time for playing outside...although in the summer, it's usually still 95 degrees and we end up watching TV or playing Wii. Sad, but that's part of living in Texas!
|Getting some outdoor time!|
Ahhhh, the cool down can begin! Peace and quiet in the house are typically what happens here...with the occasional cry of "I'm thirsty" or "I'm scared" coming from the kids. This is usually the only time we have to clean house, fold laundry, etc. Once the Hub's Ironman was over, we brought hired a cleaning lady again. The funny thing is that when cleaning lady is coming the next day, we are scurrying around trying to unclutter and do all the pre-cleaning that needs to be done, lol! I wish I could say that I finish my "race" feeling recharged and ready for more. That does happen, but not often. To be honest, I am usually pretty darn tired by the end of the day. Once any household stuff is done, we are usually too beat to read or stay up for the news...once my head hits the pillow, I am pretty much out.
And then we wake up and do the entire thing over again. Sigh. Is there any wonder why we sooooo look forward to the weekend?
An Ironman? No, not really. Exhausting ? Abso-freaking-lutely!
What does your weekday routine look like? Do your days feel crazy-full, too?