Everyone needs to rest at some point...

even non-stop, running babes...



She is just sacked out on the sofa and has been for about 2 hours. Wish I could do that...

Yep, mama is not so lucky as to get a to take a nap, but mama did get to sort of sleep in this morning... nine o'clock :)  Which was a good thing since one o'clock was bedtime :(

I had a workout planned for yesterday that was supposed to take place before my husband went out for poker night. "Let's get the kids to bed early tonight." That is such a joke around here. Anyone else have bedtime woes? I used to be a cracker-jack bedtime nazi. They were in bed by 6:30 (they were littler then) and asleep by 7 p.m. And they woke up with no prodding at 7 a.m. It was awesome.

Last night was typical in its atypicalness... there seems to be no rhythm or flow at night anymore, especially now that it's summer vacation. My husband left, and the kids were finally all in bed around 9ish. I slammed that P90X Plyometrics dvd into the player, beyond eager to do The Mother of all P90X Workouts, and started plyo-ing. Not 5 minutes into it...

"Mom? what are you doing?"
"In bed."
"You look like you're jumping around."
"I am. In bed."
"Are you going to be jumping for very long?"
"Yes. IN. BED."

A second child appears.

"Mom's jumping," first child announces.
"Why?"
"I don't know... mom? why are you jumping?"
"#%*@" (that part was in my head only... it did not escape my lips)
"This is my workout. Get. In. BED!" at which point I hit the 'pause' button and started toward the stairs... and they scattered... diving for cover in their beds.

"Thank you!" I called out. "Iloveyougoodnight."

And then I went back to my jumpingleapingbounding around the living room. It got me breathing hard. It was hot and sweaty and good. After an hour of that, I decided I needed a good stretch, so I shoved the P90X stretching dvd into the player and spent the next 45 minutes stretching.

A P90X double.

After that I was ready for dinner.

Such a bummer that it was midnight. But, yes, I did eat anyway.


P.S. my poker-playing husband came home at 3:45... he was the Big Winner. Woo hoooo :)  And he did take a nap... for about 3 hours! But he also had let me sleep in :)