Crazy Sunday!

I am exhausted. We've had like, 5 nights in a row where we haven't gotten to bed before midnight, and The Boy was awake for 3 of those nights at 4 a.m. Uggh. He slept better last night, so at least I slept from midnight until 6:30, but I'm still exhausted.

And church this morning was just a disaster. The Boy spit up a TON - the 2 bites of ice cream I had Friday night were 2 bites too many. He was spitting up chunks the whole time before the service started as I was trying to chat with different women. Now, the women who had kids were totally okay with it, but there were a couple of women who were looking at me like, can't she get that kid under control? I mean, I'm talking MAJOR spit up - chunks all down my shirt, skirt, legs, and all over the floor. It totally doesn't phase me any more, but I guess if you're not used to it you'd be grossed out.

So, he was doing that everywhere, and then I put him in the carseat on the chair in the sanctuary, and some little kid ran into the chair, knocked the car seat off, and Grant fell out and hit his cheek, and of course started screaming. This was like, 2 minutes before the service was supposed to start, so the sanctuary was packed and everyone turns and stares at me, with spit-up chunks still down my Ann Taylor skirt. It was just nuts. I wanted to go home right then.

Here's hoping that that doesn't set the tone of the week!

Reverse

That seems to be the direction we're going in with The Boy, at least as far as his sleeping habits are concerned! He's been a terrific sleeper pretty much since day 1, giving us 4 hours at night from one-week-old. From about 2 months he was sleeping from 11 p.m. until 6 a.m., and it's just gradually lengthened since then. For the past 4 weeks he had regularly been sleeping from 8 p.m. until 6 a.m., eating, and then going back to sleep until 8:30 or 9.

Until this past week. He's been awaking at 4 a.m. to eat for the past 5 nights. He's STARVING, too - takes him 25 minutes to eat! (He can eat in about 10 during the day!) So, last night I tried to "dream feed" him before I went to bed at 10, hoping to make him sleep longer. Well, the reverse happened - he woke earlier and more! He woke up 2x, both for like 45 minutes a time.

And, when the Mom didn't go to bed until 1 a.m., it makes for a short night and a dazed mommy! Hopefully he'll nap well so I can, too!

Zzzz's

The Boy needs his Z's! He was tired when we got home from church early this afternoon, so we put him in - where else? - his swing to take a nap. Well, he slept in that swing for 4 1/2 hours!! We kept waiting for him to wake up, but he just slept and slept and slept. He then took an early evening nap, and then went down for the night at about 7:30. Growth spurt?

Dos Minutos

When running Day2 of Week 5 this evening, I started thinking about the dichotomy of time. Yes, a second is always the same length, but can often feel longer or shorter depending on the circumstance.

2 minutes. Sometimes it's an eternity, sometimes it's the blink of an eye.

When finishing the last 2 minutes of a Couch-to-5K running segment, it's an eternity. When lying in bed, savoring the last few moments before I have to get up in the middle of the night to feed The Boy, it's lightening fast.

I am often thankful that time never speeds up or slows down. Before going to an event I'm dreading, I repeat to myself, "12 hours, and it will all be over." It's then a blessing that time never changes.

However, as I'm drudging along, trying to finish my last couple of minutes of running, I wouldn't mind if time would at least just slightly speed up.


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