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.