I am tired. So very, very tired. After the cars were broken into last week, I found myself waking up a lot in the middle of the night. There was even a night where I woke up and stayed up for a few hours (wouldn't it have been nice if those hours were productive). Not only have I been waking up but so have the kids. A few nights ago, both of them climbed into bed with us (that is a rarity so when it happens, I let them stay). And last night, rather this morning, my little guy came in to get Daddy up at 5:30. He was up. He wanted Daddy up to play with him. We tried explaining to him that it was still dark out but he could go read in his room if he wanted. And so began the yelling (on his part).
My little guy isn't feeling too well. He hasn't been 100% since we both came down with that cold last month...so what 6 weeks? Anyway, this is how life is with him. His ears and face fill up with so much fluid that he can't sleep and he can hardly function. He's "fine" for the first hours of the day but is quick to become Mr. Cranky Pants. The doctors tell us he'll out grow it, but they don't have to live it every day. He's a happy-go-lucky kind of kid. He'll make you laugh like you wouldn't believe. Just not when he's sick. And when he is sick, he's up and down for weeks (clearly, we are on week 6 or 7).
So that's my stressor right now. Trying to figure out how to make him comfortable so he (and the rest of us) can sleep and not be so cranky. I am thankful that it's "just sinus/ear" stuff with him. There are so many other kids and families out there who have really sick children, and to them I offer up my prayers. Even with that thought though, I still get frustrated that he has to be so miserable.
Being so tired doesn't bode well for getting exercise in. I did do a kick-ass workout yesterday though. I was so surprised when Damon had me try something a bit different and I was able to do it. He's had me do planks before. They aren't too bad, I just take a moment to figure out how I'm going to get up into position. Once I'm there, I'm good-to-go. My planks aren't on the floor though. Sure, my feet are on the floor but my elbows are up on a bench. Yesterday, he had me get up into plank position then I had to lift myself up like I was going to do a pushup. When he first showed me what he wanted me to do, I thought "I don't know if I can do that". I know I'm getting stronger but I honestly didn't think my arms could handle being up on them. I was wrong. I couldn't believe I did it and how "easy" it was! It's those small victories that make this all worth it.
Today I won't really have much of a workout. I can't get to my treadmill with all the crap from the possible yard sale on Saturday. My plan for today is to focus on drinking water (I'm not good at that when it's not a gym day) and to stay within calories.