Moody Monday…

I was woken up this morning at 5am by my daughter’s cry from her crib. We think she had some sort of nightmare that startled her awake and prevented her from going back to sleep no matter what we did. She was upset and inconsolable just crying on my shoulder. So there we were – 45 minutes before the alarm – laying in our bed as our very awake 9 month old gleefully crawled all over both of us, her nightmares forgotten as she explored mommy and daddy’s massive bed.

As much as I love the extra time with her (this really was a treat for my husband who usually leaves the house before Sophia is even awake) I was well aware that this early wake up call was going to completely throw me off my morning routine. I am spoiled and very used to showering, getting dressed, doing my make-up, etc…while Sophia is still sleeping snug in her bed. As a matter of fact, I need to wake her most of the time in order to get her dressed and quickly out the door. I then drop her off at daycare and continue on to my building. This morning, though, I had to do all of the above while keeping one eye on my very mobile, very curious baby who has recently discovered that there may be a whole new world under mommy’s bed – and that the cats already know about it! She also discovered drawers yesterday and learned how to open those on my nightstand. Unfortunately, she has not figured out how to do so without possibly getting the tips of her tiny fingers stuck – which means mommy had her job cut out for her this morning.

Regardless, I still got myself out the door on time and still managed to match my shoes to my pants and match the eye shadow on both eyes. Go me – and all without a cup of coffee before leaving the house!

The only thing I did not manage to do was weigh in as I usually do on Monday mornings. Not that I am crying in my coffee over that because I am pretty sure when I finally do hop on my scale its going to show a slight gain. I was not good this weekend. Well, I was not HORRIBLE but there were at least 3 meals that were not choice for South Beach, even if the others were. I may be paying for this – which makes me a little okay in delaying my weigh in until tomorrow morning. It gives me one more day to get back on track.

In the meantime, here I sit trying to muster up some enthusiasm for the work day ahead of me. Is it really only Monday?