It Starts

The domestic pirate

Today is the first day of the rest of my life, and I hope to make it a good one.

What the hell am I talking about?

I got a gym membership.

Whoop-dee-freaking-doo, Jessica, you and every other person on the planet in January.  So what?

I have been waiting for this.  Since we moved, I have been checking out gyms, comparing options, trying out their childcare, and yesterday I finally found a place that will work for me, that has a smaller gym close to our house for Captain to use before work in the morning.

The big thing, though, is that the childcare hours are super limited.  2 hours a morning, Monday-Thursday, and that’s IT.  And Cabin Boy’s preschool class starts an hour after my workout time ends, which isn’t enough time to run home, feed him, and head back to the same area my gym is in to get him to class on time.  So, if I want to work out, I have to be on top of my game in the mornings.  I need to have a plan in place.  A schedule, to get us all ready to go, bags and lunches packed, and out the door in time.

Today is the decider.  Can I still enjoy my coffee and a half hour of checking my social media/working on my blog?  Hopefully.  I don’t want to have to get out of bed earlier, but if I have to, I will.

Let’s just hope that I can get 3 kids changed, 3 lunches packed, and my workout stuff in order in an hour.


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