I have spent a lot of time, I ridiculous amount of time really, trying to organize my day in such a way as to not be too rushed. I truly hate when every day feels like I am just ushering Bean from one location to another.
Hurry! Hurry! We have to go to school today.
Hurry! Hurry! We have to get home!
Hurry! Hurry! We have to get a bath!
After talking to my sister-in-law this weekend I think I am finally ready to accept reality. There is no perfect way to organize my day that doesn’t require I sacrifice something. If I want to do all of the things I need squeeze into a day (meals, coffee, sleep, time with family, exercise, oh and work) something is going to have to give. Apparently that thing is going to be my 6 a.m. wake up time.
That’s right. No more 6 a.m. for me. There’s a new wake up time in town. 5 a.m.
Ms. 5 a.m. if you’re nasty.
Groan with me friends. It’s mightily early.