Yesterday, I got up at 5:45am, made coffee, made my daughter's lunch for camp, ate breakfast, checked email, did something else that I can't remember, made more coffee, dropped my daughter off at camp, came back home, told my younger daughter she could put a movie on, crawled back into bed, closed my 20 pound eyelids and tried to take a power nap. At 9:30am. Unfortunately, the coffee worked directly against my sleeping efforts, but just resting still felt good. I haven't felt this wiped since I was waking up with my girls multiple times a night when they were newborns. And that was mad crazy tired. So what gives? I gave it some thought (didn't have to give it much). Here's what I came up with:
Clover, 11 weeks
1. Last week, we got a new puppy. It was a total spur of the moment decision. And slightly ridiculous. We already have a 13 year old black lab, Lucy, who is a dream dog. Why we thought it would be a good idea to add a puppy to the mix at this point, well, I really have no idea. We just did. She's so damn cute and she's pretty well behaved. But, she does get up at 2:00am every night to use the bathroom. Every night. So, there's that.
Taken by Grace, my 7 year old
(who then asked if I was okay)
2. On Monday morning I ran a 20 miler, which took me about 3 hours. It was my third of five 18+ milers, which I'm doing in preparation for the Mohawk Hudson Marathon in October. That (☝) is how I felt after said run. And, really, how I've been feeling on a regular basis in general. It's marathon training. It is what it is.
I'm a mom, a coach, and a marathon runner. So, yes, this is my life right now. I'm tired. I'm a little crazy. I'm really happy. And I'm lucky as hell. I'll take it. Life is short. There's time to rest later.
Listen to this:
I Might Survive - Architecture in Helsinki