"Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."
That is exactly what happened to us when we had our second child. We had finally gotten our oldest on a sleep schedule that was unmatched. He would go to bed about 7 and wake up the next morning between 6 and 7 without so much as a whimper throughout the night.
Enter our youngest son. It has been nearly a year of sleepless nights. At the beginning our youngest was beyond fussy and only recently have we gotten him to a good place where he sleeps through the night. While we should be over the moon with happiness we are too tired to notice. Our oldest has decided he wants to be an early bird. Or a farmer. In either event - he is up at an ungodly hour and is ready to go. "Daddy can we play?" "Daddy can we read?" "Daddy, can we fill in the blank?" Yes, I love spending time with him. (All of this community knows our lives revolve around spending time with our children). I just wish that father-son time was after the sun came up. It is a lot easier to read a book or put together a puzzle with your eyes open.
We feel like we are living the Bill Murray comedy "Ground Hog's Day." Every day blurs together with the next and it is nearly impossible to remember what we had for dinner the night before.
Please do not interpret this to mean we are not happy - our children's smiles can turn any frown upside down. Each day just seems to get longer and longer...