He woke up this morning at 5:45....and it's all good.
His nap yesterday was only 2.5 hours, he stayed up until 8, and he was well fed and unburdened by burgeoning teeth. Despite that, he still decided to start his day nice and early and that is perfectly okay with me.
Yesterday, I spent a whole morning with a friend who has inarguably had the most difficult year of her life. She's had to cope with a terrible loss, the kind of loss that completely and unfairly alters the course of your life and your perspective on it. It is one of the worst things imaginable.
And I'm complaining about not getting an extra hour of sleep.
Needless to say, this friend of mine still manages to smile every time I see her, she laughs easily and often, and she consistently and completely showers her little boys with the best kind of love: a mother's love.
She does what I don't think I ever could, and she makes it look effortless.
Consider my perspective checked.