personal trainer diary
Oh boy, today I could really pack it all in and run off to an ashram. I would consider trading my husband, child and career for a lifetime of peace and happiness.
My daughter, C, has been feverish and sick all week. Last night was the worst of it. 3 a.m. brought a round of hacking and coughing so powerful it woke her from her hot and sticky toddler sleep. I could hear the rustle of her blankets on the baby monitor and I knew. That familiar feeling of panic struck my heart… she was awake. And, so, I was awake… for the day… at 3 a.m.
Two hours later, with much whining, hubby finally took her out of our bed (where she had been definitely NOT sleeping for two hours and instead nursing, kicking, crying and pinching me) to give me a 20-minute nap before I left to see a client at 6:00 a.m.
When she was younger I may have cancelled poor G. He and his wife, S, have been clients of mine for a couple of years now. That’s the lovely S you’ll see in the recent Move of the Month photos, in fact. There is just something about G & S… almost without fail, if the baby decides to go all nocturnal on me, it’s a night before I have an early morning appointment with one (or both) of them. I could not cancel again. Truthfully, I have few interrupted sleeps anymore. C began sleeping through the night around 12 months and the blips are few and far between (irony gods, please don’t strike me down now… where is some wood I can knock on?) so I don’t have much right to complain anymore.
But I will definitely, positively, not be exercising today. And I’m 100% okay about it. Because rest is crucial to my fitness and crucial to the continued survival of my family. Hide the sharp knives… mommy needs a nap.