I woke up at 3:30am with a pep in my step. I skipped book club last night but I made a LOT of progress on some looming projects and caught up on some house work and was asleep by 8:30. Meaning I got a whopping SEVEN HOURS of sleep which is – most definitely – more than I’ve had most nights recently and I fall APART if I don’t consistently get between 7 and 8 hours every night.
3:30am and I’m feeling good! Finally I feel rested and I have time to pack lunches (mostly, not the cooked stuff) before I head out for a 5am run and then it’s Therapy Thursday and then a fun shoot at work and some soccer tonight.
So of course, Wesley wakes up puking.
It’s weird though, if my kids ever REALLY need me to be a calm force and a strong Mom, immediately when I wake up is the prime time to need it. I’d like coffee to be brewing, but for the most part, I’m at my Maternal Best when I first get out of bed to greet the day.
I’m at my maternal WORST at 8pm when I’m really wanting to be in bed.
So I’ve been in Good Mom mode caring for him (he’s also way better at puking than his sister, it always ends up where it belongs) and I’ve got a load of laundry going and I just swept the floors. I hate I can’t go run (Donnie only had 3 hours sleep night-before last working on a presentation for work so he needs sleep more than I need a run) but I’m actually still feeling really good this morning even though I have a sick kid.
I am hoping I can at least get Donnie to go into work late so I can go to therapy. Not because it’s so imperative I go, but because they’ll still charge me even if I don’t since I didn’t cancel 24 hours in advance and I’m nothing if not frugal with my copays.
So I’ll take care of my sweet baby today and hope this stuff doesn’t hit me next. And I’ll bask in feeling RESTED even if I didn’t get to run.
It really is amazing how different I feel when I’ve had at least 7 hours sleep. I know many of you think I’m a wuss for complaining about 5-6 hour nights when that seems to be the norm for the rest of the world, but holy shitake mushrooms, Batman…5-6 hour nights do nothing but make me feel like I’m losing my every-loving mind.