Why is it that even though I prayed so long and ultimately fought so hard* for the Bean to sleep through the night**, no matter how frayed my nerves are by the Bean’s bedtime and no matter how doggone grateful I am that he is finally sleeping peacefully, by the time he’s been in there a couple of hours I have this overwhelming urge to go get him up and just snuggle the heck out of him?
For that matter, why do I spend a good 60% of his aggregate nap time — often after an hour cursing his refusal to quiet down and just Fall Asleep Already — looking at pictures of him on my computer?
Sweet mystery of life, I reckon.
*Including during this very week of regression and generally partying-like-a-10-week-old which had better be done, or my nipples are going to mildew.
**Where “night” is defined as ending at around 4a.m., 5 on a good day. No-I-am-not-okay-with-that; yes-we-have-tried-everything.