When I was pregnant with Maxine, I struggled with insomnia regularly.
I use to get up in the middle of the night and watch two or three episodes of CSI on DVD before schlepping myself back upstairs to dream about working in the crime lab with Gil Grissom. I’d also have that common pregnancy dream where you can see through your belly like a fish bowl. Except I’d be dusting the fish bowl for finger prints.
Maxine woke me up in the middle of the night last night to accompany her on a trip to the bathroom and for some water. Instead of falling back to sleep after I got back into bed, I laid awake for well over an hour while my mind went around and around with all the things that have been accumulating on my mental to-do list.
I remembered something I heard Jillian Michaels talk about on her radio show once, that when she can’t sleep she gets up and writes down everything she has to do and then she feels like once it’s written down, she can rest.
I don’t know whose brilliant idea it was that I get up 5am this morning but I have been walking around feeling like a zombie all day today. I. Am. Tired. I’d love to take a nap but I think at this point I’ve crossed the line from “taking a nap” to just “going to bed”. Do I know how to have a rockin’ good time on a Friday night or what?
For lunch I reheated some lasagna. That’s it. No salad, no side of steamed veggies. Just lasagna.
Since Zak is off this week and I had a bout of insomnia last night (coffee in the morning and caffeinated tea in the afternoon are my suspected culprits) I slept in this morning and headed out for my run around 8.
My workouts this week are going to be scheduled with a 5K this Saturday in mind. I’m hoping to beat my 5K PR (personal record) from this spring and run it faster than 23:21. Getting my runs in early this week so I can rest toward the end of the week and (hopefully) kick my own ass on Saturday.
More Mama’s Weeds
