A miracle happened at our house last night. At 7:30, I put Sophie to bed. And she stayed there, without a midnight snack, without me giving her Nuk back 17 times, without three hours of Baby Einstein, until 8:00 this morning. When my alarm went off at 5:30 and I realized that she hadn't been up all night, I ran into her room thinking she must be dead. When I heard her little baby snores, I went out into the hallway and did a little dance to the god of sleeping through the night. Please don't let this be a fluke.
During Sophie's marathon of sleep, I ran TWICE. Last night, I went over to my friend Erin's and ran 3+ miles on her treadmill. This morning, Jim and I ran our usual pre-dawn 3 miles. And, because of the Christmas Miracle, I was able to do my sit ups and push ups after the run. It felt so good to have my little routine back.
I hate to push my luck, but Santa, god of sleeping through the night, and whoever else out there who has $350 they want to spend on yours truly, I still want a Garmin for Christmas. And a Wii. Hell, throw in a little white pony while you're at it. Because if Sophie can sleep through the night, anything is possible.
4 comments:
That's fantastic!
But you do realize that your response is atypical, right? Most moms would catch up on their own sleep (and/or visit the nearest casino or bar) and there you are running AND pounding out the push ups and the sit ups.
Stop, already! You're making the rest of us look bad.
Can you send the sleep gods my way? My 7 year old and 3 year old were both up last night. Ugh!
Yay for sleep and exercise!
Haha! What an awesome present!
Oh what joy! It must feel wonderful to be able to do your normal workout again. I will definitely put in a word to Santa for you.
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