Not a good start to the day

Sadly, you can’t talk reason to a seven-month-old.

Daniel was awake at 4:45 this morning, and fully refused to even consider going back to sleep. Fine, great. 5:15, we’re downstairs. Good times. At 5:45 I went up to get Rebecca, because I was not going to have them start the day more than an hour off from one another. While I know plenty of people say never to wake a sleeping baby… when there’s two, you do what you must to preserve the schedule, or the entire day is shot to hell.

So, I get Rebecca up. Fine. By 6:30AM, Daniel is (surprise!) exhausted and melting down. 6:30!! Come on, now! You’re killing me. By 7 I could not do anything more for him, and put him down for a nap. At seven o’clock in the fricking morning. When our usual morning nap starts between 8:30 and 9:00. Why do I feel like he’s the one who got up at 4:45, but I’m the one being punished? I wanted so badly to explain to him that he would have been much, much happier if he had just gone back to sleep at 4:45, but he wasn’t having it.

And, of course, Rebecca is wide awake. Greeaaat. I’m going to try to put her down between 7:45 and 8:00, and hope that I’m not totally screwed. I hate these days.