I don’t know what the heck happened last night, but it was like having a newborn all over again! At one point baby was getting up every 25 minutes. And twice she was up for 30 minutes or more. I actually found myself down in the kitchen at 3am snacking on cereal (just like when baby was just a few weeks old) because I had been up for so long.
Growth spurt? Teething? Too cold? Too hot? I have no idea. But I need to fix this!
Anway…this is going to be a short one since I’m so exhausted. It’s only 7 and I’m about ready to pass out.
Hubby got up at 6:45 with baby and allowed me to get an “extra” (I use that term VERY loosely) hour of sleep. I finally emerged from the bedroon just before 8, eyes barely open, and stumbled into the kitchen to fix breakfast – Banana Bread Oat Bran and scrambled egg/egg whites.
I spent the morning guzzling French vanilla decaf coffee, pretending it was regular and wishing it would do something to perk me up. I felt like a zombie.
I had a hair appointment scheduled for 11:30 and the salon is a half hour away (as most everything around here is), so I got myself ready so I could leave at 10:45. I whipped up a protein shake for the road.
By the time I got home from my haircut it was 1 and I was STARVING. I threw together a quick lunch – low-sodium deli turkey, mustard, lettuce and pickles on a whole wheat sandwich thin along with 2 dates stuffed with almond butter for a sweet finish.
Later in the afternoon, I snacked on some more cantaloupe.
Dinner tonight really hit the spot. I had bought a package of rainbow peppers, so I decided to make fajitas. Well, the hubby had fajitas; I had a fajita salad. I threw some chicken strips, red pepper, yellow pepper, green pepper, and onion into a skillet and seasoned it all with a mixture of chili powder, cumin, onion powder, salt, and pepper. I topped my salad with some salsa for the finishing touch.
Baby was in bed pretty early – 6:15 – since she didn’t sleep much last night. Once I got her settled in her crib, I grabbed an apple. I’m still hungry too…
I’m making today my off day from exercise. I usually have 1 per week, though it’s never planned in advance. I take the week as it comes and take my off day when I need it most. I’m way too tired to ride my Spinning bike this evening.
Gotta run. Baby is crying already… I think I’m in for another long one.