The morning rush

Happy Hump Day/February! I am so looking forward to the new month. There's something about being just a little bit closer to Spring that makes me smile. Also, if the weather would like to stay as mild as it has been the past month, that would be fine too.

Let's talk life: I love my weekday mornings.

They start early, at about 6:10 am. I get up, and throw on my daily work uniform (workout clothes) and do a quick 5 minute make-up routine, just so I don't look like a complete deadbeat mom when I drop Grace off at daycare.

Well, hello.

I still sort of manage to look like a deadbeat. I head downstairs to get a bottle prepped, make my first cup of coffee and get my work computer set up for the day. I log in and check emails, prioritize what I have to do and get my day started.

Grace wakes up around 7:15 these days. We get her dressed and get downstairs for a bottle and some Mickey while I make a big bowl of oatmeal to share. She ignores my request for a picture. Mickey is farrrr more interesting than Mommy. Duh.

Chug! Chug! Jk.

We eat and head to daycare, which is literally 5 minutes away. I rush home and get back on the computer, but not before taking another trip to visit my lover, the Keurig, on my way into the office.

Then the magic happens and it all slows down.

We live at the top of a big hill and from my office window I get to see the sun rise over the tree line each day while sipping my morning coffee. The house is quiet (if the dogs aren't on a wrestling rampage) and it is so serene. Probably the only moment of calm I'll get during the day, so I enjoy it for as long as possible. :)

See those trees back there? Even though we live off post, we are close enough that we can hear "bombs" going off or the sound of a weapon being used at one of the ranges. We are close to where basic training is housed and on most mornings, while it is still dark and Grace and I load into the car, you can hear soldiers chanting in cadence while on a run or march...it is seriously awesome. I know it probably sounds funny to hear that bombs and men yelling are sounds that I have come to love, but it is a constant reminder of where we live, why we are here, and it makes me feel so proud to be a part of it all.

...and on cue I just heard a giant rumble off in the distance...SO cool.

xo,
H

P.S. I couldn't wait to share this: I did a m*ther effing handstand last night at crossfit. Yes, it was against a wall and, yes, I totally wiped out a couple of times...but it was amazeballs and my obsession level has intensified. Full write-up tomorrow. :) Apologies for the cursing...I get excited.