I love the mornings...

...when I'm downstairs at 6:30 a.m. marinating chicken breasts for dinner and chopping cantaloupe for Leila's breakfast, squeezing in a 2 minute shower before waking Leila and getting her dressed and ready for day care while watching 10 minutes of Curious George on PBS, dropping Leila at day care, driving the 10 year old car to Tony's Auto for a check of the brake pads and tire rotation on the way to the metro (now I love Tony's - the place is so old school that my parents used to take their cars there when I was a tyke - but I'm just waiting to get the call that we need $500+ in brake work after dropping $350 on a new muffler last month - ouch!), and making it to the office at 9:00 on the dot to be greeted by a client before the first sip of chai has passed my lips. At least I had that 20 minutes of peace on our hassle and stress free metro system to blast the Chile Peppers in my ears and read the "If You Knew Sushi" article in Vanity Fair (can one imagine a single blue fin tuna auctioned for $170,000? Mind boggling stuff!) And I keep telling myself that I'm going to start getting up at 5:00 to do pilates a couple days a week. Not happening! At least not until the TV season's over and I can go to bed before 11:00...