Maximize Your Morning challenge: Week Three

So last week didn't go well. At all. It was a combination of lack of trying and a sick son. Max developed an ear infection and a super high fever on Tuesday and by Thursday wasn't sleeping or eating at all. He was feeling pretty crummy and it really took a toll on me. I quit setting the alarm altogether and just slept when he gave me the chance (which wasn't often). It is SO exhausting to have sick children. I must have looked like I really needed encouragement because nearly every mom I saw last week told me to keep my chin up and keep pressing on. I was assured over and over that this is just a phase of life. It is merely a season and it will pass eventually. Some were even crazy enough to tell me I'd miss this someday. I guess they think having a family and raising small kids is a blessing or something. ;)

Despite being a horrible week to choose to back down on caffeine, I did ok on that goal. I set out to drink no more than 10 cups of caffeinated drinks and I almost made it. It was tough. I just passed my mark at 10.5 cups this week. For me, not sleeping and excessive baby screams are hard to handle without coffee. Yikes. That's all I'm going to say.

This week the goal is to create exercise goals for myself. I'm setting the bar low since it's been far too long since I've done any sort of regular working out. I hope to get my body moving 5 days this week. I'm keeping the workouts very short and simple so hopefully this will be something I'm actually able to do with kids running around here. I'd love to be able to workout before the boys woke up in the morning, but that's probably not going to happen with everything else I'm trying to do too. Ah well, I'm sure I can figure something out.

I'm continuing on with my Bible reading in 1 Samuel. Did I tell you I was in 1 Samuel? I opened my Bible and let the Spirit lead a couple of weeks ago and this is where it took me. It's been really good and actually kind of nostalgic for me. One of my favorite Bible stories for my mom to read to me when I was little was the story of priest Eli and little Samuel. I can still hear her voice in my head as she pretended to be the Lord calling to Samuel. "Saaaaamuel" she'd call in a loud whisper. Ah, good memories. It was sort of funny to be sitting in my kitchen as an adult and thinking of the kid version of this story. Like I said, good stuff. I'm taking it sort of slow and I got set back a bit when Max was sick, but I'm up to chapter 20 where David is running for his life as Saul is trying to have him killed. Oh that Saul. Talk about anger problems! Yeesh.