Normally, I get up at the crack of 4:50am (READ: the alarm goes off at 4:50am) in order to go to the gym in the morning before the boys get up and the choas ensues at our house. I am able to get a workout in, come home, shower, get dressed for work, and around the time I am ready for breakfast, our #1 is rising and ready to start his day. #2 and #3 follow shortly after that, then breakfast for all, and then Jen gets up with #4 and joins the rest of the crew. Even outside of the gym, our morning routine has been this way for a while. The early morning gym has become a nice little addition and I am glad that I have stuck with it because I don't have to will myself off the couch to run or go to the gym after the boys go to bed.
Yesterday, I returned from my Tuesday spin class and instead of a dark, quiet house, I walked in the door to see the following image:
1. All the lights on
2. Jen sitting on the floor, coffee within reach
3. Parker laying down getting changed and dressed
4. Jack already changed and dressed (with shoes on)
5. Owen (changed and dressed) sitting in his chair eating cereal
6. Ben in the jumper
Apparently Owen awoke at 5:20am, proceeded to enter "bro's room" and got them up, forcing Jen to get out of bed to attend to everyone, and somewhere in the mix, Ben decided it was also time to get up. Needless to say, there was NOT an expression of joy on Jen's face.
