Friday, October 05, 2012
I planned to wake up and run this morning. I really did. In fact, I did wake up to run this morning. But, I didn't run... and it's not my fault! Seriously! No excuse! Let me explain.
Last night I laid out all my running clothes for this morning. Shirt, shorts, socks, headband, watch... I even was in bed at 10:30pm. I wanted to be in bed at 9:30 or 10, but 10:30 is still manageable. My alarm was set for 5:10am which is the time I woke up on Tuesday and Thursday. I was all set.
However, at 4:30am I hear crying from our daughter's room, "daddy! daddy!" I look at the clock on my way to her room and figure that if I can get her back to sleep I can probably either start my run early, or get a couple extra winks before my alarm goes off.
Well, after two tries, I finally get her to sleep and I'm out of her room at 4:55. I hit the bathroom, but before I can even get back to our bed I hear her again, "daddy! daddy!"
I sigh and trudge back down the hall, hoping I can quickly get her back to sleep so I can be back in our room before 5:10 and turn the alarm off before it wakes my wife.
This time she does go down much quicker and I'm back in our room at just a few seconds after 5:10. My alarm has being going off for a few seconds. My wife is either still asleep, or trying hard to remain still and ignore the alarm (it's set to play the radio quietly, so it's entirely possible for her to sleep through it, which she's done many times).
I may have been up 40 minutes before my alarm, but darn it, I'm going to get my run in. I'm worried that she'll wake up during my run and my wife will have to get up early to put her back down or occupy her if she refuses to go back to sleep, but I put on my running clothes, anyway. However, just as I slip my last sock on, I hear her again, "daddy! daddy!"
Well, this time, when I walk in her room, she doesn't respond by lying back down in her bed. No, this time she pops up and says, "hold me!" I ask her what's wrong and tell her it's still dark out and she needs to go back to sleep, but all she says is "hold me!" and clutches at my shirt in a desperate attempt to wrap her arms around me and pull herself up.
So, I give in and pick her up, hoping that after 30 seconds she'll want to be put back down as usual.
But it is not to be and she rests her head on my shoulder and lays there for several minutes. When I try to lay her back down in her bed she holds me tighter and says "No bed! No bed! Hold me!" So, I gave in, again, and sat down in the glider and begin to rock while she continued to rest her head on my shoulder.
After multiple attempts failed attempts to pick her up and put her back in her bed, I held her until I finally woke her up for good at 6:30am.
No run for me, today. That would've made 3, so I'm still at only 2 runs for the week. But, as long as I run tomorrow, I can still get it in. That will mean that I will have pushed all my runs this week back at least a day (Mon to Tues, Wed to Thurs, Fri to Sat), but at least I will get them all in.
In the meantime, my wife and I are praying this is being caused by her last molar that's not fully through and that she'll be back to sleeping through the night sometime next week. It's hard to get more sleep when the two-year old isn't cooperating, but it's always just a phase. That's parenthood for ya, right?