I ran 8.5 miles yesterday. True story. It was probably my worst run pace-wise (14 min miles, what?), but I still freaking did it. DanO and the boys dropped me off at the lake in our neighborhood, then I ran across two suburbs to my in-law’s house where the boys were waiting to congratulate me. My run looked like this:
That long stretch felt just as long as it looks. Yea, no, probably longer.
Anyway, this post wasn’t supposed to be about running. It’s supposed to be about sleep.
After I ran farther than my body ever has before, and after DanO wrangled both boys for most of the morning (O and did I mention because of our schedule OBoy didn’t really nap?), we were both plum tuckered out. So tuckered out that we threw ourselves into bed at 8:45pm. Eight! Forty! Five! We were all “O man! Look at us! We are going to feel AWESOME tomorrow!”
9:45pm – I’m still laying in bed awake, next to a snoring husband. My body is so sore I can’t get comfortable. I take some Ibuprofen then get out of bed and stretch for a while. Calves, hamstrings, glutes. Back in bed, I tell my brain to shut it so I can sleep.
10:30pm – OBoy wakes up crying. (I wish I were exaggerating when I tell you that he has woken up 1-2 times every.single.night. for the last week+. I took him to the pediatrician last Monday because he had woken up so many times distraught last Sunday night. Thought maybe ear infection? Nope. 2 year molars. yay.) DanO went in and consoled him, laid him back in bed.
11:45pm – I still haven’t slept, but I have planned meals, redecorated our dining room, written fantastic and hilarious blog posts and sent emails in my head. OBrother wakes up to nurse. (I also wish I were exaggerating when I tell you that baby boy sleeps for no longer than 3 hours at a pass anymore. Once upon a time we were flirting with 7 hours. Now I’m ecstatic if we hit 3.) I nurse him with much effort because of his stuffy nose (make a mental note to get out the humidifier), DanO lays him back in his crib asleep.
12:45am – Baby wakes up positively rife with boogers. He battles sleep and bulb syringes until THREE. A. M. DanO and I take turns rocking him and laying him down.
4:30am – After sleeping the longest stretch of sleep I got all night (90min) baby wants to nurse again. I oblige but he makes it clear that he would not like to go back into his crib, thankyouverymuch. DanO gets exiled to the couch and baby and I struggle with sleep and bulb syringes.
7:15am – OBoy comes a-knocking on my door because he got 12 hours of sleep last night (what, like it’s hard?) and is ready to rise and shine and give God the glory.
7:16am – I break my 4 day streak of no coffee. Heaven help me.