It’s 3 a.m., Time to play
After working a full 9 hours yesterday, and being a full time dad, I thought, maybe, just maybe I might be able to get some well deserved rest. At some point between midnight and 3 a.m. , I became completely oblivious to any sensation coming into my body. I would have slept through the noise of armageddon last night.
Around 3 in the morning, my eyes pop open to crying. Turns out that during that last 3 hour stretch, I had missed several bouts of crying and two baby snacks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not upset. Especially since the broken comment from my wife was something to do with these middle of the night things being terrible. Yup, I know all about that one.
Today, she is even more appreciative than she is normally.
