I love routine. Without it, I feel… lost. In my mid twenties, I had a job that required me to travel around the country. Sometimes I would be traveling so much that I would wake up in the middle of the night not knowing what city I was in and would quickly open the hotel nightstand drawer to check the phonebook to see. And before you get all “Wow Pepper, that sounds so glamorous!”, I have to tell you that it was more Columbia Missouri than Miami Florida. It did have its perks though, like being upgraded to first class a lot :-), but it really wasn’t for me. You see, I need to be able to count on being home on Wednesday to take the garbage out…. Or know that I will be home on Thursday to be able to go to my favorite yoga class….
And now, especially having kids, I just couldn’t fathom being on the road that often. I love my routine… I get up every weekday morning, grab a cup of coffee and drink it while getting the kids ready for school, I hop in the shower and get ready for work. I take the kids in to school (my hubby pick them up most times) and then head to the office. I work until around noon, hit the office gym and am back to my desk to resume work while I eat my lunch. I go home, make dinner for the family and while I am doing that, I prepare the kids (and my) lunch and set the coffee maker for the next day. We all eat together as a family and then while I clean up, the hubs gives the kids tubbies. We watch a show together and then one of us puts the kids to bed. If I am not preparing for a competition, I will chill out and watch some TV and then hit the hay. If I am in prep mode, I usually head to the treadmill in the basement and do some cardio before calling it a night. This is my routine and although sometimes I long to get back on a plane and get away, most times, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.