Every Monday starts out the same way around here.

Early. Really. Early.

As in 6:30 a.m.

Now you may be asking yourself why in the crap does a stay at home mom get up at 6:30 a.m. if their kid will sleep in? Believe me, I ask myself that same question each and every Monday.

Marin's gymnastics class is on Monday mornings. This is our first summer being in the class. We started around Thanksgiving this past year. It was nice and toasty in the heated gym all winter. As we have discovered, is also nice and toasty in the non-airconditioned gym in the summer.

So, our class time was moved up 2 full hours, in order to take advantage of the small window of time in which the gym does not feel like an oven. Apparently, baking a handful of 2 year olds in the name of sport is frowned upon. The parents of the early risers in the class were giddy with excitement. I, feeling like the lone dissenter, kept my mouth shut and agreed to the earlier hour.

Now every Monday at 6:30 a.m., I literally try to kick my own ass.