what am I doing wrong?

I'm tired.  It seems that sleep is lacking in our household lately.  Dafney is not sleeping through the night.  Some nights she only wakes up once {those are the nights I'm thankful I get decent night's sleep}, sometimes she gets up twice, sometimes it's every couple hours & sometimes she absolutely, positively, will not go back to sleep in her crib.  Those nights I end up on the couch with her in my arms.  Last night was one of those nights *yawn* :(

I thought (naively) that Dafney would be sleeping through the night by now.  She started sleeping through the night when she was 7 weeks old {I miss those days}.  That all went down the crapper shortly after she started Daycare.  So for the past 152 days {yes, I actually counted} I have not had a full night's sleep.  That's about 151 days too many.

Normally I am able to function surprising well.  However, I can tell this lack of sleep is really starting to wear on me.  I'm moody, crabby & completely disorganized...which is so un-like me.  I'm finding it harder & harder to focus at work, I can't meal plan to save my life & my house is a mess.  

When she starts to cry in the middle of the night, I usually hop right out of bed to get her.  But, I'm wondering if I should wait it out a bit?  The problem is she rolls to her belly & puts her face into the mattress.  I worry that she'll fall asleep like that...not good.  I know that she can sleep on her belly now, but probably not with her face in the mattress, right?  

And, when she wakes up & I get her, sometimes she doesn't want to go back into her crib.  She cries & cries.  So, {selfishly} I take her out onto the couch to sleep with her.  Sometimes I'm just so freakin' tired that I'd rather sleep with her on the couch, than try to get her to calm herself back down in her crib.  Wrong.  I know.  

What am I doing wrong?

Should I let her cry it out?  Should I worry about her falling asleep with her face in the mattress?  Should I stop sleeping with her on the couch & force her to cry it out, even if that means no sleep for moi?  Will she eventually start to sleep through the night?  Is it because she's teething?  Is she going through a growth spurt & her body hurts?  I just don't know.  I'm feeling lost, frustrated & confused.  I want to do what's best for her, but I also want sleep.  I'm torn.  

Any thoughts or advice?  

Thanks,

- from a very tired, very desperate, half awake Mother :(

happy Wednesday!

Happy Wednesday, Friends!

♥♥♥

meal planning

I’d like to think I’m totally organized & have my crap together when it comes to meal planning…but I don’t.

I’m not perfect.  Yes, this may surprise some of you :)

A friend told me about this amazing app called Pepperplate that helps her with meal planning, storing recipes & overall organization.

♥ I love the app ♥ 

Seriously.  If I could marry it I would…wait, what? 

However, it doesn’t do all the dirty work & physically plan my meals for me.  It takes a lot of time & effort (at least for me) to plan out my meals for the week.  Some weeks I’m totally on the ball, while others turn into “what do we have in the cupboards” type meals. 

I’m all about trying to eat healthy while staying on budget as well as being “time” conscious.  As much as I love to spend time in the kitchen, I also want to make sure I have time to spend with my daughter, Husband, furbaby & maybe, just maybe a little time for me {HA, even I couldn’t say that with a straight face: baby + husband + a million things to do around the house = no ME time}.  Anywho…my point being, it’s hard to plan healthy, {relatively} quick meals.  But, I need to get better at it.

How do you plan weekly meals?  Tips? 

race re-cap

I'm alive!  More importantly, I'm a triathlete!  That's right, I survived my very first triathlon.  Everyone kept telling me that I'd be addicted after finishing my first triathlon...and they were right!  I had so much fun & am definitely looking forward to my next one :)

Here's the down & dirty on the race:

Pre-race...
The day started bright and early!  I was up by 5:40am so I could eat breakfast, down some coffee & mentally prepare.  Since we live close to where the race was held, I just biked down there...I considered it a pre-race "warm-up"!  There were tons of people getting ready when I got down there at 6:30am.  The music was blaring, people were smiling...I knew this was going to be a fun day!

I went to get my body marked with my race #, age & swimming heat & I picked up my timing chip.  Wow, this was really happening!  Oddly enough, I wasn't all that nervous {so not like me}.  We had a pre-race meeting & before I knew it the first wave of swimmers were off...and boy were they fast.  It was neat to watch them swim & complete the transition from the swim to the bike.  I had 42 minutes to wait until my heat.  To keep my mind off being nervous, I cheered others on & tried not to think too much about the race.  

The 500 yard swim....
It went well.  I had only practiced in the Lake a handful of times, but knew that the 500 yards was very "doable" as this was my event in HS.  I was happy that I never got kicked {nor did I kick anyone...on accident, of course}; however, someone did swim over me.  I guess she was in a hurry :)  Before I knew it the swim was over and I was running towards my bike.  

The swim to bike transition....
In my opinion, this was the hardest transition.  For whatever reason, I felt really dizzy & was extremely tired.  Not a good sign when you still have to bike AND run.  I put my socks & shoes on, threw on a tank, put on my race belt with my race #, got my helmet strapped on, ate a "goo", took a sip of water, grabbed my bike & was off.  

The 15.5 mile bike...
The bike started off rough.  I was tired from the swim, my lungs hurt & my legs felt tight.  I kept thinking to myself...keep peddling...you CAN do this.  Shortly after the start of the bike ride, we came to a HILL.  I don't like hills.  They suck.  I started to peddle as hard as I could & very slowly made it up that sucker (as in I wasn't sure if I was going up the hill or if I was rolling down the hill...not fun).  Thankfully there were so many people cheering everyone on & they were giving such encouraging words.  It was my saving grace :)

After about mile 3, I really started to feel good on the bike & got into a groove.  Not long after that, I saw my Husband, daughter, Mom & Dad...it was exactly what I needed to keep me going.  They are the best cheerleaders ever ♥

I kept going with nothing but my thoughts & the sounds of "on your left" to keep me occupied.  The only thing I wish they had was mile markers.  I had no clue how far I'd gone and would have liked to know where I was on this gosh-for-saken ride :)

When I got back towards the lake, I knew that was a good sign & the ride must be getting close to being done.  Again, I saw my cheerleaders & it gave me the strength to get through the rest of the bike ride.  By this point in the ride, my arse was really starting hurt.  I may have been swearing in my head & all I wanted was to get off my bike.  I was proud I made it through the whole bike ride & knew that I could finish this triathlon.

The bike to run transition...
I was probably one of the only people that walked my bike in {truthfully, I didn't even care}.  I knew my legs would feel like bricks & I needed to transition slowly into the run.  I got to my bike rack & put my bike back; grabbed a quick sip of water, took another goo and was off!

The 3.1 mile run...
The run started off a little rough.  My legs still felt brick-like & wobbly from the bike.  But, I kept going...slowly, but I did it.  After the first water stop, I started to feel a lot better.  Not long after that was the first mile marker.  I had my watch on & was trying to do 11 minute miles...and I was on pace.  The ladies that did this triathlon were amazing.  Everyone was so encouraging & so positive.  It was amazing!  I got to mile 2 within my 11 minute time frame.  I only had one mile left.  I was determined & starting to get really excited!  I got a burst of energy and started to pick up my pace.  Then I heard one of the volunteers say "just around this corner and you're on the straight away to the finish"!  

Just before the finish, I heard my Husband cheering!  He said everyone else was up toward the finish line & then I saw him take off to join them {and all I thought was, "I hope he doesn't hurt his knee by running so fast"...haha}.  20 seconds later, I heard my parents & saw my daughter.  I started to tear up a bit...(so many emotions) and then I kicked it in to high gear!  I "sprinted" to the finish line.  I did it!  It was so awesome when they put the medal around my neck!  I couldn't believe it, I finished!  

Results...
My goal - 2 hours & 20 minutes
My actual time: 1 hour 52 minutes
...here's the breakdown:
Swim - 10:51
Transition 1 - 3:17
Bike - 1:02:26
Transition 2 - 2:17
Run - 33:11

Final thoughts...
It was such a fun race & the volunteers were amazing!  They kept me going when things started to get tough.  They cheered me on when I needed that boost of encouragement.  They kept me positive.  It's true, I'm hooked & can't wait for my next triathlon!  If anyone is thinking about doing a triathlon, I highly recommend the YWCA tri.  There are so many people that participated...all ages, sizes & athletic abilities.  It was truly amazing!  I can't wait to do this race again next year!

Thanks again...
Thank-you again to my amazing Husband.  He was so encouraging & positive during the training stage & the actual race.  I don't know if I would have done this without him & his encouraging words.  To my daughter & parents - thank-you for taking the time to come watch my race!  It meant so much to me to have you there to cheer me on.  I'm such a lucky girl!  And, to all the race volunteers...you guys made this race amazing!  Without you, none of this would have been possible.  

♥ Leah

i feel like a zombie

I'm tired.  No, exhausted.  Wait, I'm so tired I can't even think of a good word to explain how I feel.  It all started Monday afternoon when I got a call from daycare saying that Dafney had a fever of 100.2 {taken under her arm, which really means 101.2, right?} & that she needed to be picked up.  

So, I raced out of the office to go pick up my poor, sick kiddo.  When I got there, she flashed me a big smile & held her arms out for me to come pick her up...♥♥♥  I chatted with her teacher briefly & she said that she was in a good mood, but got a little crabby this afternoon which is when she started to feel warm.  

When we got home, she just wanted to be held & would cry & cry if she was set down.  Let me just say, it's rather hard to get things done with a child in your arms...thankfully my Husband saved the day & came home fairly early.  We took turns holding Dafney & getting things done around the house.  

By 7pm, she started to look "sick".  Her eyes looked glazed over & she just didn't look well.  So, we attempted to put her to bed.  To our surprise, she wanted to party & watch the Olympics with us.  I figured it was no big deal since I was going to let her sleep in the following day & most likely stay home with her.  

Around 8:30pm she was finally ready to be put down.  When we took her temperature, it was up to 101.8 {my poor baby}.  We've never had to deal with Dafney having a fever, so the Hubs quickly jumped on-line to read up.  We decided to see how she was in the morning.  

She woke up around 2am and I had a hard time getting her back to sleep.  I sat with her & soothed her for about 45 minutes.  I finally got her back down & she woke again around 5:30am.  This time she went right back down & slept in until 8:45am.  When she woke up, I took her temperature & it was 99.0. I thought it was on the down-swing.  She was crabbier than normal throughout the day so we just snuggled together the whole day!

Progressively throughout the day, her fever continued to go up.  By the time we put her to bed it was back up to 100.9...UGH!  She went right down & awoke at 11:40pm...{this is when the fun starts}.  I got up to try to feed her & she would fall asleep in my arms & the second I would lay her down, she would start crying (like that "I'm in pain / something's wrong" kind of cry).  I tried to get her down for about 40 minutes, when I finally decided to sleep on the couch with her in my arms.  Usually this works well, but last night she decided that instead of sleeping, she wanted to play...not exactly what I had in mind at 12:30am.  Every time I would lay her down, she'd try to sit up & she'd "hit" my face until I sat her up.  This went on for about an hour.  When my Husband woke us up this morning, I felt like a zombie.  To make matters worse, we were out of my new favorite iced coffee...

Needless to say, I'll be making a stop tonight to pick up another carton or 12 :)  On the plus side, Dafney didn't have a temperature this morning & I haven't gotten a call from Daycare yet...so, that's good!  I'm hoping for a better night's sleep...I need it, or I may actually turn into a Zombie.  

I'd write more, but I'm tired & my brain isn't working well.  

Here's to a good night's sleep & a refrigerator stocked with lots & lots of caffeine :) :) :)

reading is GOOD!

Just when I thought I was going to be able to sit down, relax with a cup of coffee & read my People Magazine, I see this....

"oh, you wanted to read this magazine?"

...yes, a certain little someone decided to "read" my magazine before I got a chance!  She looks so proud & so innocent...{don't be fooled, folks}!  She's so advanced :)  

Happy Sunday ♥

get fit FRIDAY - numero UNO

Hello friends!  Not only is it Friday, it's FIT Friday!  What does that mean?  Well, each Friday I hope to post about how I'm {attempting to} getting fit!  Sounds fun, right?  {This is where you say "yes" with lots of enthusiasm & excitement :)}   

Let's get started, shall we?!

A bunch of my super-smart co-workers started doing one minute "work-outs" every hour on the hour throughout the work day.  Sounds simple, but it's sheer genius!  Not only does it break up the long, boring work day, it allows us to get in some exercise even if it's only a minute.  

There are a couple groups that do this within my department, but the group I've joined works like this:  

...every M-W-F we work on arms (i.e. curls with weights, pushups {various versions}, mountain climbers, etc.) and T-TH we work on abs/core (i.e. sit-ups, planks, scissors, bicycles, etc.).  It might only be 60 seconds of "working", but I definitely feel the burn after that one, teeny, tiny, short minute.  

Moral of the story??  We're super strong, so don't mess with us.  No, wait, wrong moral...um, the moral of this story is every little bit counts; even those one minute workouts.  So, get out of your chair, off your butt, or up from your couch & do your version of "one-minute workouts".  Trust me, you'll be happy you did :)


I also am convinced that it helps me to be more productive during the day.  It might be totally in my crazy little head, but I feel more motivated & energized, especially in the afternoon when I'm ready to crash.  


This week also consisted of a nice 5.5 mile bike ride which I completed in about 28 minutes.  I hope to get out for another bike ride tonight and at least one over the weekend along with a 2-3 mile run.  
 
On that note, have a fabulous (& fit) Friday ♥