as i exist now in this hazy netherworld between sleep and wakefulness, i realize that one of the things that we strive for once we get this old is some sort of dependable routine. it may be something as basic as getting at least eight hours of sleep every day, to trying telecommute every other friday or catching the new ep of bsg when it comes out.
then you have babies and they blow that entirely to smithereens.
one night you get to sleep for a nice four hour stretch, the other you’re up every hour for an hour. the next night you enjoy nine hours of sleep in a manageable 2-2-2-3. you think you’ve figured out how to soothe that “happiest baby on the block” and then it doesn’t work anymore. you finally figure out that burping works best sitting up and rubbing, and then it doesn’t.
and then apparently they grow older and all the rules and games change completely?
this is a nutty thing. but you do it because you’re full of hormones and you can’t help it.
