It's 4:30am

And I'm downstairs with an ornery baby while everyone else is sleeping snug in heir beds. Why am I already awake? Because Paxton hates me. Naturally.

I'm not sure why he does this, but every once in a while, he'll wake up long before the crack of dawn. And nothing can get him to go back to sleep. (Okay, that's not completely true. I'll write a post soon about Paxton's morning shenanigans.)

It wouldn't be so bad if the rest of his day wasn't totally fucked up because of this early morning bad life decision. On days like these he'll usually take a very early first nap of the day (like around 530 or 6) and then he'll wake up an hour or two later only to struggle to stay awake for his 1pm nap. This means tat he'll probably go down for another nap around 11 and fuck the whole schedule up. He won't sleep when the twins sleep (which is vital to our sanity) and then he afternoon will be hellish.

So get ready, Paxton. Today is going to suck.

*And sorry about any typos; it's 4:30 in the freaking morning.