Hungry. Tired. No run.
Jones’ surgery went mostly well yesterday. They got him in late + he was last on the schedule as the oldest, so we were there until 5pm. Guess who forgot to take lunch? Yeah, I went the whole day on two granola bars and a big bottle of nuun. By the time I got his prescriptions and finally got food in me, it was late, dark, and stormy.
Could I have run on my treadmill? Probably. But honestly I was exhausted.
Last night was rough. Jones fell asleep around 7 and slept pretty good until midnight (despite frequent wakeups for medicine). I, of course, couldn’t fall asleep and was just dozing off when it was time to give him his midnight dose. After that, neither he nor I slept much and he was up starving at 4am. I made an attempt to sleep from 5:30-6:30 but wasn’t entirely successful. I felt like I had a newborn again (thank goodness, this will end in a week or two, which is much easier than those newborn days).
I had to run. I was exhausted and underfueled. I did it anyways. 3 miles so slow I was practically moving backwards. But it was just what I needed.
I’m still tired. But at least now there’s a better than even chance that there won’t be a mommy meltdown today.