… with my new baby girl. Every night. For the first two weeks, we’d get to bed pretty late (2 AM) because Layla’s party time was around 11:00 – 2:00. But we’d get at least 4 uninterrupted hours of sleep. The last two nights, however, she’s been up every hour or so, wanting to “hit the sauce.”
Ah, the joys of the early stages of fatherhood. For the third time. For the first time in my thirties. How the crap did my grandfather do this–for the fifth time–when he was 50?
Oh well. We’ll get enough sleep when we’re dead.