Potty Training and P90X

Last Tuesday, I did something crazy. I started potty-training Lewis, and I started getting up at 5:30 in the morning to work out with Corey.

Potty-training is not something I have looked forward to with any of my children, and waking up before the sun has never been high on my list either. But, sometimes you just have to do things that you really don't want to do.

Thankfully, Lewis has been doing tremendously well compared to the first time I tried to work on potty-training a few months ago. He is having very few accidents. Soon, we will be a diaperless household, and I will have three male children who all have terrible aim. Why is it that they can aim the Wii remote at just the right spot, but the big porcelain bowl is an issue?(too much information?) I am strongly leaning toward having a urinal installed in our next house (if we ever move, which is a whole different story).

P90X is a little harder than potty-training. Each morning, Corey and I get up way before a human being should be awake (in my opinion), and we head to the basement for an hour of physical torture. Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exxageration. Week 1 felt like torture, but now that I can roll over in bed at night again without feeling the ache of muscles I previously didn't even know existed, it's less like torture and more like a really exhausting workout. We are almost done with week 2, which means we have 10 weeks left. And by the time we're finished, I plan to be able to 1) do multiple pull-ups without the help of a chair, 2) do all the moves in the ab ripper X workout, and 3) do a decline push-up without falling on my face. How's that for some goals?