I have just been too exhausted to find the early hours to run more than about twice a week.
Since this time last night, here's what my day has looked like:
- From 10-11pm I fed the baby, washed baby things and dishes, straightened up the bedroom, packed baby things for daycare today, and went to bed.
- Woke up at 2am to feed the baby, take Big Brother to the bathroom.
- Woke up at 4:30 to soothe the baby and coax him back to sleep, then eventually feed him
- Woke up at 6:30 to soothe & feed baby
- 7-7:45, breakfast and being a mommy to my two boys, getting everyone out of the house
- 7:45-9:15, cleaning up the kitchen, packing up all my stuff, iron pants, shower, dress, out the door (how in the WORLD does it take so long?!?)
- 9:30-5:30, work, stopping 3 times to, um...prepare baby food (sorry dudes!) and once to run home and back because I forgot lids for the bottles
- 5:30-8, dinner, playing with Big Brother, and his bedtime
- evening, paying bills, writing blog post, and, believe it or not, working--I'm up against a deadline
- rinse and repeat, except tomorrow I have a work meeting that starts at 7:30am.
As Kdot says, you can't work, have a little tiny baby, and keep up a serious hobby. Pick two of the three. That's the limit.
Babies generally start sleeping through the night around 3 months. Some start a little earlier, some take well over a year. But until baby is on a somewhat predictable schedule, it's very hard for parents to be on a very predictable schedule. And we're exhausted. Exhausted.
When I take a hard look at myself and ask if I'm making excuses, I have to find myself Not Guilty. I was a lot harder on myself when Big Brother was little tiny, and I learned the hard way not to be. So this is me saying heck yeah for starting back, however slowly. Saying heck yeah for fun runs, slow runs, and sleeping when I can. This is me putting guilt On Notice.