You’d think that after more than a year of irregular sleep, I’d be immune to the frustration.

But I’m not. Lewis woke me up at 4:40, and has still not gone back to sleep. My alarm is set to go off in 20 minutes.

I am so frustrated that I’m on the verge of tears. I just know that I’m going to get him back to sleep just in time to have to wake him up to take him to daycare. And my shot at getting enough sleep is gone.

Somehow I have to function at work while I’m this tired. It’s unbelievable that this kind of fatigue isn’t justification for your world to stop. You are just supposed to keep going.

And my poor baby. He’s going to be so damn tired at school. He won’t get the rest he needs, and that makes me feel like a bad mom. How can I possibly get him up from his much-needed slumber just to take him to daycare? Why can’t I provide him with a different life, where his sleep isn’t dictated by my schedule?

And that’s today’s confession of mommyhood. Keeping it real, folks. This shit isn’t always fun or easy.