Once again, it’s all about the girls. At 9:15 AM on Sunday morning, L and K are already running around the big red mat at The Little Gym. Of course, this means that they *and I* had been up at least an hour earlier, dressing into the usual uniform of gym t-shirts and shorts, grabbing a quick breakfast, brushing our teeth and rushing out the door to make it to class on time. And for the first class this session, we were a whole 10 minutes early! Definitely a first for me and my twin tornadoes.
And this is all me. 8:00 am on a Sunday morning is an unholy hour, as the saying goes, for T. It’s a time that he prefers to be unconscious. I believe it’s physically impossible for him to be awake at that hour on a Sunday morning…unless we’re in the mountains and skiing is the only thing on the agenda for the day. It’s the only time his internal alarm clock ever works.
Luckily for our collective sanity, one of us is an early riser. I hate to imagine what our home would look like if the girls were left to their own devices early weekend mornings. Judging by the amount of energy they expend in that gymnastics class, it’s safe to say that our home would not be the same.