I took a 4-day weekend this past Friday through Monday, as I was off for President’s Day on Monday and my mom’s surgery was Friday. It was much needed and actually quite relaxing. Mom’s surgery went well, and I spent most of Friday in the hospital with her: reading when she was sleeping, bringing her coffee and just hanging out.
Saturday I ran my first 5k since the end of January due to all the sickness and stress and it was not a pretty sight but I was glad to have done it. My body can run it but my lungs can’t keep up. Mile times: 12.31, 13.41, 14.23. I ran again on Monday morning and did much better: 11.19, 13.03, 13.11. I know you don’t care about these things, but it’s important to me for posterity, or something. This Saturday is the Gasparilla 5k and I’m excited because when I made my resolution to run the Gasparilla 5k, I thought it would be the first time I would have run that far. And it’s not. And it won’t be the last time either, because not I have not only signed up for additional races in April, May, October and November but just today I signed up for on in March also! I’m still hoping that I’ll be ready to attempt 10k by November, but either way I’m running. I just don’t know how far yet.
I did a pill cleanse last week to try to jump start my weight loss again, since I’ve been teetering between 10 and 12lbs lost for nearly a month. It did help and I got down 17lbs, but now I need to re-evaluate my portion size. No seconds doesn’t really help if you pile up the first plate, right?
I finally put the bumpers in Henry’s crib last night since he’s mobile enough for me not to be worried about him suffocating himself in them. He slept all the way through the night last night, nearly 11 hours. I’m hoping it’s not a fluke but I suspect it is. I’m still in a constant argument with the Hubby on letting him cry a bit. This is his baby. He does not want his baby to cry. While I understand this, we let Spencer cry it out and he was sleeping through the night at 4 months. And that was my baby. And S sleeps through Henry’s crying even though they’re in the same room, so it’s not like he’s being disturbed either. Ugh. I don’t know, it’s a constant struggle. And I want some sleep instead of arguing in the middle of the night.
It was a productive weekend and also a relaxing one: I finally got the Christmas stuff to the attic, some of Spencer's old toys down from the attic for Henry, the house cleaned, the laundry done, the garage cleaned, the toilets cleaned ... and also made time to turn the sprinklers on for the kids, hit President's Day sales, take my mom to a traditional birthday lunch at the beach (seriously, you haven't lived if you haven't had Frenchy's she crab soup) and had the aforementioned mini-date with my Hubby (which also may have involved more President's Day shopping, wine shopping and a stop at Whole Foods. When we live, we live dangerously).
So the moral is, all’s well on this front! Here's a picture of Henry enjoying the sprinklers, and I swear that's enjoyment on his face (click photo for full effect):
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Does your husband get up w/ Henry in the middle of the night or does he kick you to get up to deal w/ it? If he does all the work, I say let him deal with it. But if he's pushing you to do it, then no way. :) The first night I determined to only give our Little Man one paci pop in his new bed, my husband got up the 2nd time and dealt w/ him. But at least I didn't have to get up!
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