Good grief, it's Monday.

Monday starts my workouts for the week. I get up at 5am Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (sometimes) to get to the gym. Usually, I'm good to go, even though I will have woken up a couple times during the night. Last night was a completely different story.

Hubby had some nightmares or something. Twice, I woke up to him shaking the covers like he was trying to shake bugs off of it. He has no recollection of this. We had rain. It kept me from falling asleep in the first place, then rudely woke me up around 3:30am. The house sounded like someone was lightly pounding nails in our closet. After a half hour of that, it stopped and I fell back asleep. Then JC woke up at 4:30 and cried. I figured he'd fall back asleep, but never did. I left the house around 5:10, telling Hubby that the baby was awake and needed to be changed or something.

I got back around 6:45 and heard the baby still crying. I saw he had peed through his diaper and pooped and was hungry, so I changed him and fed him. Then LB woke up and I fed him. Then, I fed myself (finally). Hubby left for work, and it was time for Sesame Street.

So, it's 9:30am and I feel like I've already lived an entire day, which is kinda true since I barely slept last night. And only twelve more hours until bedtime tonight.... yeesh. This is going to be one looooong day...