"One of Those Days"

I made it to the gym today; it was a relief to finally get out of the house. It was "one of those days", preempted by "one of those nights". Last night Sophie didn't settle down and finally go to sleep until 1am. And today it felt like we were attached at the hip, not in the snuggly closeness of carrying her in my belly, more like a feeding every two hours and fussy the rest of the time kind of attached at the hip. I would have been OK with that, except with the night we had it seemed like I was in a prolonged haze of sleeplessness. I'm lucky I made it out of my pajamas today, let alone to the gym.

By 3:30pm I'd given up on any hope of going to the gym, I felt so drained and exhausted. Sophie had finally fallen asleep on my chest, her mouth wide open in a sort of smooshed pucker. Too Cute. Cute enough to forget about a sleepless night and a demanding day.

Thanks to my husband Mark I made it to the gym: he encouraged me to go, said he would feed Sophie. Ahhhh! Yes! That was all the motivation I needed. As I was leaving Sophie started screaming; it was nice to step out the door and know that Mark was taking care of her, and even nicer to run out my frustration and exhaustion on the treadmill and escape for a bit. I came home with a fresh perspective, feeling much more capable of handling life with a seven-week old.