The best advice I can give you, is to breathe.

I know it may sound kind of simple, but with all the hustle and bustle I do before 6:30 a.m., sometimes if I don't stop and take even a five-second breath I will literally pass out. As a spouse, mom and student, let’s just say every minute of free time is precious to me. I try to keep the same routine and manage my time but there's always going to be a day when time is not going to be your friend. I have them and I know most moms do too.

I served in the Navy and being a female in the military is a lot of hard work. You have to prove yourself to the predominately all-male workplace and show them that you are an equal.

Being a military spouse though, is a whole different ball game. This is how crazy my morning can really be:

My alarm is set at 5 a.m. yet I wake up at 4:30 a.m. to my husband’s alarm buzzing. It takes me a good 5 to 10 minutes to get him to stop pushing the snooze button and actually get ready for work. I try to lay back down to get a couple of minutes of sleep, but time is never on my side.

Before long, my phone is buzzing and I’m off to wake the kids. My daughter is easy to get up but my boy is another story. Since my daughter is 7, she normally gets herself ready and all I have to do it comb her hair. Not my son though, I pretty much have to shake his bed before he whines and wakes up.

By now it's about 5:35 a.m. and I head downstairs to make sure the coffee is on,  make lunches, kiss my husband as he rushes out the door to beat the traffic at the base gate and run back upstairs to make sure the kids are dressed.

Then, I get myself ready. I also go to school. By 5:50 a.m. I am outside to warm up my car, the kids are eating breakfast and I check the news for weather and traffic.

During this time chaos happens - either one of kids spills something on their clothes and needs to change or there's two or three papers that need to be signed or my husband forgot something and I have to call him to make sure it’s not something he needs that day for work.

Crisis averted and now it’s 6:15 a.m. I get the kids in the car, drop off my daughter to her before school program and drive 30 minutes to base to drop my son off at the child development center.

Now, the fun begins. I'm in traffic heading to school and my class starts at 8:30 a.m. A good day means I arrive 10 minutes before class starts. A bad day means no parking and running late.

My husband is super supportive of me going back to school, with helps a lot. He often gives me a break and takes the kids on bike rides so I can study.

Outside of those times, I complete homework at school or while the kids sleep at night to maintain a balance and stay on track.

Even though my mornings feel like I'm in the Olympics, I wouldn't have it any other way. As long as I take my five seconds to breathe!