I'm grinning as I type this post. I’m sitting in my office, sweaty from a run with a fan blowing in my face. Today, I have time to grab a shower later, but most days I don’t. I go from teaching to meeting with a client to covering our fitness
I'm grinning as I type this post. I’m sitting in my office, sweaty from a run with a fan blowing in my face. Today, I have time to grab a shower later, but most days I don’t. I go from teaching to meeting with a client to covering our fitness
Tuesday Morning, 6:30 a.m., my boys come bouncing into my bedroom. “Mom! It’s time to swim!” Oh man, did I really agree to this on Sunday?! Rewind to Sunday, I was out for a walk with my 7 year old and our dog Zoe and we had a chat about
My sons were amazing sleepers...as babies. Around age 2.5, mutiny ensued. My eldest endured the wild combination of potty training, a new baby brother, transitioning into a "big boy" bed, and a beautiful developing imagination. While the youngest didn’t have the new baby to taunt his sleep, he did get