Now that baby bedtime has stabilized at shortly after 10pm, we have one portion of the day without interruption.

From 10:30ish to the 4am feeding, we are baby-mantainance free, and I work to resist the urge to stay up way too late and have time to myself. Instead I carve an hour for or so for me before retiring to bed.

The alternative of staying up just means I don't get up on time for work the next day, and then have to stay even later, which just screws everything up royally.

In simple terms, parenthood throws your entire previous life away, which is hard to accept even when you understood and expected it. But aside from that, even expecting it, you don't understand to what level of detail it happens.

I had a point to all this, but I'm too tired to remember what it was. I tend to do that a lot now.