I have definitely been spoiled by a baby who has slept through the night since he was about two months old (he’s now 16 months old). Last night, that was not the case. Elijah was very restless and when he did sleep, he wanted to be practically on top of me (or in my bosom/arm pit). Not to mention he woke up at 3:30am, sat up and tried to wake me up to talk. Yes, talk. He was babbling something in baby talk, which I took as “Momma, I want some milk.” Which I gave to him and he finally fell back asleep. Problem is, I didn’t. Not until almost 4am, which is about ½ an hour before I usually wake up to work out and start my day. It was a tough night for sure. I ended up sleeping until 5:30am, nearly skipping my morning workout. But I didn’t. I dragged my butt out of bed, brushed my teeth, threw my hair in some ugly bun, put on some workout clothes and headed to the living room for a good session on the treadmill. Since I woke up late, I had to cut my 1 hour workout to 30 mins. I decided to make that 30 minutes extra intense, and ended up burning a ton of calories in that ½ an hour. Problem is, I over did a bit. After my workout, even with a cool down, I threw up. My heart was beating out of my chest.
Rough start to my Monday, for sure. But I’m proud of myself for getting up regardless of the restless sleep, working out, making my breakfast and lunch and trying to maintain a positive attitude. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure lunch is going to require a nap in my car.
Oh well – the glass is always half full!