What a horrible night last night.
I was up til after one in the morning...my fault for putting a movie on so late, but regardless it was very late when I went to bed. Within two hours I had my youngest son in bed with us, and about another hour and a half later, the older one was climbing in too.
THERE IS JUST NOT ENOUGH ROOM IN A QUEEN SIZED BED FOR FOUR PEOPLE!
My youngest pretty much decided that he didn't need to sleep after about 4 o'clock and kept chatting so that I knew he was still awake. The older one was curled up against one of my legs, and over the other one. NOT COMFORTABLE! By 5:30 I took the chatter back into his room to try and make him go back to sleep, and only succeeded in frustrating myself more. So, by 6 o'clock he and I were in the living room with Dora.
Needless to say, my morning walk was not high on my list of exciting things to do today. I had pretty much talked myself into taking Gabe to school then coming home and going back to sleep til I had to pick him up again. Then it happened......
I was getting them ready to head out the door, and there in the middle of the floor are my running shoes. UUgghh, now I have guilt. Oh alright. On went the shoes, and Zach and I managed to get in our morning walk. (thank goodness he couldn't hear the self talk going on in my head, cause apparently the part of me that wanted to sleep was NOT happy that my feet had taken control of the situation)