6 AM has become my new 8 AM. You know, the time your body wakes you up on the weekends because you are so used to getting up. The time that if you didn't have a baby, you'd ignore and snuggle back into bed.
That's 6 AM for me now , with the exception that I don't have the choice to ignore it on the weekends or on days off. That thought really made me sad as I was driving to work this morning. I really shouldn't have been thinking about anything though because I was too tired to drive AND think about something other than driving.
How many years before I can sleep in again? 5? 10!!!?
It shouldn't be a big deal to be introduced to a new wake up time. I get a lot done in the early morning hours, and Caroline is at her happiest. BUT a new wake up time means a new bed time, even on the weekends. We can get a sitter and go out with our friends, but alas, my eyes are drooping by 10:00 PM.
All of this is a plea to my friends, please don't leave me! I know, I know, my schedule is reminiscent of a 80 year old man. But I'm still here and ready to play. Let's just do it in the daytime, K?