I was frustrated with him this morning. He's been fussy the past few nights meaning little sleep for Mommy. This morning I spent almost two hours rocking him in his room and every time I tried to lay him back down in his crib, he woke up.
I finally got him asleep in his crib at 6:30am and at that point had written off my morning workout. I told myself I'd attempt to do it later but there was a little voice in my head that said to just do it.
Well, he woke up again and my husband brought him out to the couch with me while he finished getting ready for work. A few minutes later, I look back to check on him and he's back asleep.
How can I be frustrated with something so precious? After all, he's one of the reasons I chose to get my health in gear.