Nightly Musings: Why is this so exhausting?

It’s 11pm and I’m about to go to bed.  If you know anything about me, this is unusual.  I usually go to sleep around midnight or later.  In fact, going to sleep late and getting up early isn’t that unusual for me.  Used to do it all the time.   But for some reason I am completely wiped out every night.

And it’s not like my son Nathan is a hard baby at night.  He actually sleeps 10 to 12 hours a night.  He goes to sleep around 6 pm and wakes up around 5:30 or 6 in the morning.  So you’d think I should have nothing to complain about.  I know of parents who suffer through truly cranky and/or colicy kids all night.  And I used to do this kind of schedule all the time.

I remember only a couple of years ago that after working 12 hour days I’d go workout at 11pm to avoid the crowds at the gym and not got to bed til 2 or 3 in the morning.  You’d think that that would be more exhausting.  Nope.  That was cake compared to a day spent taking care of my boy.  I don’t quite understand why this is.  Taking care of my son and spending the day with him is a blast, but man I feel like I got run over by a truck.

I have to say that this is truly the most joyous but also the most physically hardest thing I’ve ever done.