It's 2:25 AM

Do you know where my sanity is?
Up with James. Most nights at 2:30ish, I'm up with James. He's been up since whenever he got out of bed this morning, I mean yesterday. Which wasn't when I called him to get up. Which was when he needed to be up to go to school. I passed his schoolbus on our street, on my way to work, and I knew the chances that he was going to get on it were slim.
He didn't.
He's back to nocturnal.
It will be months before he's on a normal schedule.
I will not sleep until he is.
People at work will laugh and make gentle, rueful, conversational jokes about the baby keeping me up.
The baby's sleeping, as he always is at 2 in the morning.