Got home from work at 10pm last night.
Went to bed at 11pm.
Husband started hacking at 12:30am. Couldn't sleep.
Baby woke up at 1:30am. Managed to shush him back to sleep by 2am.
Wide awake until 2:30am.
Alarm blares at 5:55am. I want to cry.
Drag myself out of bed at 6:05am. Did I emphasize the word, drag?
Got dressed and semi-fed by 6:22am. Still dragging.
At spinning class for 6:30am.
Pushed myself as hard as I could from 6:30 - 7:30. Wasn't digging the Led Zeppelin or ACDC during the class, but tried to slog through it.
Home at 7:40am. Feeling amazing. Exhausted, but accomplished.