Seriously? 6 Hours of Crying?

Last night reinforced a long-lasting and great respect that I have for single mothers.  They, without a doubt, have a job that is thankless, unforgiving and relentless in its erosion of even the most patient individual.  Many experienced and seasoned parents will get a chuckle, a slight grin or simply have even the slightest bit of empathy for last night and early morning today.  I was already tired to begin with.  After only a few hours of sleep the night before I was looking forward to a decent nights sleep.  My wife is on maternity leave so is more than willing to do most of the overnight duties that go along with having a newborn.  I’m not sure if Baby Dino really wanted only his mother involved so he decided to make it a family affair.  What started as a whimper around 10:30 pm crescendoed to an “I can’t expel any more breath from my lungs cause I pushed it all out in an ear-piercing cry” which only by 4:30 am, was finally reduced to a whimper.  It was a zombie like day at work and I’m exhausted once again.

I think I deserve a beer tonight and some Philly Rolls (faux sushi).  Yep, Stone IPA it is.  First time I’ve had it and it’s awesome.