His mother's son

I love my son dearly, but I must admit I complain because he fights harder than anyone I've ever seen just to sleep! He's four months old. My husband keeps asking what does he possibly think he's going to miss if he closes his eyes to get the much needed shut eye. My answer is I don't know. But after my mother informs I didn't like to go to bed when I should, I realize I'm not so unlike my child. And here I am... up way past my bedtime, admittedly getting some last minute things done, but as I type, I am so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open, my body screams to find a new position... and I wonder if there's one more thing I should do on the net before I sign off. I complain, but how can I blame the child that is his mother's son?