5:30 is just so early

I have no power against my snuggly spawn. It's like the universe knows and uses everything against me.


On Monday I had such a good run. I didn't have to go to work and the kids didn't have school, so there was none of the daily grind to get you down. It was like 3ish miles at a decent pace considering I'm out of shape - around a 10 minute mile. I was sweaty, burned like a zillion calories and it felt awesome, even the next 3 days when I was aching from it, because I KNEW I nailed it. So after the run I told myself I was gonna wake up early and go for a 2-3 mile jog in the mornings before work/school/life. I miss running regularly.

I mean, I had good intentions. 

So Tuesday rolls around and I totally bail. Like I hear my alarm go off and throw my phone across the room. But we all deserve a second chance. Tuesday night I say I'm gonna run to make up for it and then decide nawwww because I don't want to be too sore for my 5:30am wake up call.

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

So Wednesday happens and I hear my alarm. I look at my phone. I know I have to get up. I say fie mo' minutes and then an hour later Taylor Swift is all yelling at me to shake it off. Shit. 

Wednesday night I make a point to tell my kid I'm gonna exercise so that will make me actually do it, because I don't want him to see that mommy is a big fat liar. And then I say noooo, because I don't want to be too sore in the morning because I REALLY WILL wake up and run. I WILL.

Is it hot in here, or is that just my pants on fire?

So here's the thing. Thursday morning I really did wake up. I was wide awake at 5:30, psyching myself up to get up, and then guess who comes sleepily shuffling into my room? Yep, it was a rare sighting of the cuddlyspawn, only making an appearance when half asleep or sick. He climbed up in my bed and threw his arm around my neck before drifting right back to sleep.

I mean, you guys. I can't even compete with that, I'll lose every time. So even though I was wide awake, I laid there with my spawn's arm around my neck and my husfriend's arm around my waist. I may be a lil thicker than I'd like, but I'm loved AF. These excuses are so cute though.

So now it's Thursday night and I'm writing this post. Will I wake up tomorrow to run before work? YAS. YAS I WILL.


You'll have to find out for sure on Instagram.


  1. Ha! I do not have a huge issue with waking up early. My issue is night time tv watching and snacking on sweets of any kind its a downward spiral and to climb out is so hard. Every morning I say I will not have ice cream cake or cookies tonight and then night time rolls around and I totally lose my self control. I will get back on track eventually....

  2. I'm all about 5:30am! It sounds sick, but it's true. Glad you go your run in :)


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