First, Charlie's night sleeping is getting a little better (4 hour stretches, whoo-hoo!), but every morning at about 6:00 AM, I struggle with the decision to stay awake and get the day started (shower, clothes, food), or to collapse in my bed and try to catch up on a couple of hours of sleep that I missed out on during the previous night. Getting a start on the day almost never wins, and this morning was no exception.
Once I actually did get out of bed (at who-knows-o'clock), I decided that today was the day I was going to start exercising again. And by exercising, I mean simply walking around the block. What would have taken a normal person (ie: a person not currently adjusting to life with a toddler and a newborn) about 30 minutes to accomplish took me no less than 4 hours to do: wash face, brush teeth, put in contacts; pull hair up into non-attractive messy buns; put on
running walking clothes; find watch, sunglasses, iPod and visor; fill jogging stroller tires with air; get baby ready to go on run walk.
At regular 5 minute intervals, the task I was trying to complete was interrupted by one of my children. So I stopped what I was doing to tend to the need or want of said child (who was usually crying). After a massive meltdown involving Lightning McQueen and Mater toy cars, I finally gave in and put Jackson in front the TV so I could finish getting ready. Miraculously, I somehow made it out the door and down the driveway (at 1:00 PM) with Charlie in the jogging stroller, sunglasses and visor on, music playing in my ears, ready to finally start moving my body.
I DID NOT EVEN MAKE IT PAST THE MAILBOX. Charlie has a strong aversion to his car seat, and no amount of pacifier-stuffing or stroller-rocking was going to calm him down enough for us to make a loop around the neighborhood. So back up the driveway, back inside, back to the chair.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening (and now late night) in my
running walking clothes, alternating between being somewhat productive (working on the computer, making dinner) and trying to calm a fussy baby. But, like, trying to calm a fussy baby every 15 minutes. Not that I had hoped to accomplish grand things today, but I would have liked to have done something - for the house, for myself, for work - something that made the day worthwhile. But, no. The entire day was stop and go, stop and go. One interruption after another.
And then, tonight before bed, this happened:
It is now 1:00 AM. I'm still in workout clothes (which really just means that I didn't shower today). I've been working on this post for about 2 hours because Charlie has apparently decided that sleep is not for him tonight (actually, I'm typing this one-handed because someone is hungry again). The kitchen is a mess. There are toys, pillows and couch cushions strewn across the living room floor. There is a pile of clean clothes on top of my bed, waiting to be folded and put away
But, oh well. There's always tomorrow.