Why is it that when babies go to bed late they wake up earlier??? In what paradigm does that logic seem logical? Henley’s internal clock is unchangeable on this point. And it’s not like I can simply place her in my bed and snuggle her back to sleep. Oh no, once she’s awake it is time to play. I did try cuddling her in my bed this morning and she proceeded to stand up next to anything she could find–my head, legs, belly, or the pillows–and jump. I lay there next to her, as her handrail, and groaned, already exhausted by her seemingly endless energy.
Motherhood is a cycle of perpetual tiredness.