It’s late. But we’re all prepared for tomorrow. The Little One’s food is made. His clothes are laid out. I know what I’m wearing. My bag is all packed for work. The alarm clock is set. The house is clean (relatively speaking.) I am dressed for the gym, and am going in the morning. I won’t be getting much sleep tonight, but it’s okay. I am all jazzed and excited about going to the Y. I will not turn the alarm clock in my sleep…I will go the Y. I will work out for 45 minutes. It will be great!