The Occasional Solipsist

whew. This parenting stuff is a little much harder than you would at first think.

I haven't gone on this little sleep since I was a teenager, and then I had the excuse of all those foreign substance experiments and the occasional (okay, very occasional) latenight booty call.

My advice for anyone considering having kids: Absolutely do it. I've only known this little girl for less than 2 weeks, and I'm already crazy in love with her. However, don't do it thinking that your life will ever approximate whatever passes for normalcy for you again.

Ever.

Sleep has become a kind of currency around this house lately, thanks to our new addition. Kind of like the way sex might at a house without children. You know, 'Honey if you paint the bedroom, there might be oral sex in it for you'. Except in my case because Superwife has been breastfeeding, she will always have more 'sleep credits' than I will, which means that she can call a nap whenever the hell she wants.

But I'm working on changing that.

Tonight is the first night I'm going to try feeding Trinity some breast-milk-in-a-bottle. And if all goes well (cross your fingers), the 'Who gets the next nap?' game might get a little more evened out.

Except of course, I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

Meh. How hard can it be, right? Right?

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