It's not even 6:30 am yet and I'm already up and at it, done with the treadmill, and catching up on the Dave Ramsey podcast. What's wrong with me, you ask? Why am I up (WAY) before my usual 8:00? Because of... *dun, dun, DUN - cue music 'o doom*
He, apparently, thinks that life will be nine hundred ninety-eight million, three hundred seventy-five thousand, six hundred ninety-nine percent better if I get up BEFORE the butt crack of dawn with him. Oh, and for anyone interested, it's still pitch black out.
Anything for you, honey. Really. *cloyingly sweet smile* Darlin'. Especially when I have to wake up in the middle of the night to turn off the beeping CatGenie.
I can say with thanks, however, that the boys are still sound asleep. Coffee and shower time.
By the way, I'm filing this under humor as well as self-development because I think this new routine is a freakin' riot. Hilarious, I tell you.