Don't get me wrong -- Alexandra's an angel! But I am still facing challenges that I doubt are unique.
Challenge #1: Just how much do you need that nap, really?
It's hard for me gauge if she'll go to pieces without a nap. Some times an interrupted nap results in no problem whatsoever, sometimes (although not often) it turns into an hour of overtired little girl, crying & hiccuping & turning all red in the face. At times like that I feel a little responsible -- but because she's so easy-going, and it happens so rarely, I'm loathe to let her nap whenever she seems a bit tired.
Challenge #2: So, these things called "plans" are really more "guidelines", then?
She can go to the gym with me now ... but often my small windows of time (time I'm not working and time the kid care place is open) to actually get there are blocked by other things - arrival of a crib (a kind gift for which I am truly grateful), the need for her to nap or to have some food, the sudden onslaught of a downpour (my car is not safe to drive in the rain) - and the net result is that today makes my 4th attempt to get to the gym in 4 days - and it's not happening. Heck, today I was so bound-and-determined that I had a plan A and a plan B. Both failed. *sigh*
Challenge #3: Okay there is no challenge #3.
That's why I am loathe to lodge a complaint at all. Really, Alexandra is something special. I think it's just integral to the whole being-a-parent thing that it's hard to make it all work when one of us can't fend for herself in the slightest. I was toying with the idea of doing a workout at home while she sleeps (that's why I've got the time now to blog) ... but after rearranging furniture in her room & wrestling with a crib mattress three times (turns out 2 of the hand-me-down sheet sets I was given are the wrong size), and walking all around the house with her to jiggle her and to dance to and to soothe - I am just exhausted. I know I'm not doing much cardio - and my weight is back up at its all-time high (where it's been since about the time she was born) -- but man. I am tired.
I'm pretty good at bending & flexing ... and I thought that would be enough to get to the gym, but it's still not working, even after 4 weeks of trying really hard to make it work. How many fresh starts do I get? I could ask more experienced parents how they handle it ... but I'm pretty certain of the response: Just do what you can, be kind to yourself, and know that in time it'll get easier as she can do more things for herself (with the notable corollary that there will be different challenges then.) Right?