The sheer force of my tiny son's wail is beyond impressive. I will have to buy the neighbors something nice as his late night screaming was a deafening blend of anger and agony. Oh, want to change my diaper? Hear my roar! I found myself apologizing to him in the middle of the night, standing over him with a wet wipe in hand, scared to death that I was seriously hurting him.
Today, I’m disoriented and sleep deprived. Earlier I went to the bathroom only to find my boxers shorts were on backwards. I’m having trouble staying on task in my loopy state. I sometimes walk on the moon while wearing yellow socks. What was I saying? Oh yeah, I need sleep.
Things have changed on the marriage front as well. With my wife breast feeding, the term boob shirt has taken on an entirely new meaning. The other day I walked in and…you know what? I’m going to leave my wife out of this one. She is doing a wonderful job in her role as mom, and although last night was taxing for the both of us, one day we’ll look back and laugh. I'll save it for later...
I've already had several people tell me to enjoy every moment, even the late night sleepless ones, so I’ll take their advice. And while my productivity may plummet at work, and my blog has already been said to have gone to poop, all it takes is one look at my little guy to get me through the day...I already know I'm not getting through the night.