Does 6 a.m. suck?

A younger co-worker, after hearing me long for the day when I could sleep in, you know, past 7:30 a.m., looked at me and said, "Nothing good happens at 6 a.m."
I'm inclined to agree with him.
Allie and Andie are still getting up. Last night it was twice, once at midnight and once at 5 a.m., for feedings.
I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so sos os so so so sos so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so burned out on getting up in the middle of the night. I can't remember the last time I felt refreshed when I got up in the morning. Even when I go to bed early, which is rare, given my owl-like body clock, I never get a good night sleep because we're getting up two or three times a night.
They're almost a year old. Really, when does it stop?
I'm beginning to think this is more common than I would like to believe. I hear all the time from husbands who say their children slept through the night at six weeks. I don't think so. I think that's when they stopped getting up. We have twins, so neither of us have a choice.
I'm not sure why we were "blessed" with such early birds, but there you go.
And so at the bright-and-early time of 5:45 a.m., Andie, who seems to be getting a few fangs and doesnt' seem to like that very much, was up and wanting some food. Kate was obliging while I had two pillows over my head until guilt got the better of me and I went into the twins' room to get Allie.
Andie, kind soul that she is, got Allie up three times last night thanks to voicing her displeasure over getting canines so eventually she can eat a cheeseburger instead of gulping $25-a-can formula like a hobo and a bottle of Jack. I approached her crib, and she stirred, looked at me, then plopped her head back down.
I know, honey. I agree.
Getting up got the better of her, too, and so she stirred, rumbled around and finally sat up so I could pick her up.
She looked right at me, smiled and said, "Da da."
I looked at the clock.
6 a.m.
And it was at that time that I disagreed with my co-worker.