It’s weird to think that at this point the cats are more self sufficient and smarter about cleaning up after their poop then baby Jack is.
Basically, at this point, I feel like I’ve been reduced to an underpaid city Outflow Clean-up Engineer. If it’s disgusting, smells terrible, and springs forth from a living orifice, then I’m there with my bag of cleaning supplies. In the early morning fog of sleeplessness, I’ve accidently tried putting diapers on cats, and mistaken the dishwasher as the machine for cleaning the baby’s clothing.
This morning I ran out to get the Sunday New York Times, excited at the thought of catching up on the worlds activities. Only, when I opened the front page, I found myself looking blankly at the text like a dumb stick; none of the words on the page made any sense and what I was able to read seemed to have no bearing on the goings on at the Skelton Ranch. So I decided to put the paper aside and instead, resume my favorite new activity – staring endlessly at the floor.
So far the boy has been sleeping like a champ. I can’t even imagine what state I would be in if this wasn’t the case. This week we worked on establishing a nice little routine where the boy eats at 8, 11, 2, and 5, or essentially every three hours. He’s usually alert for about an hour and then he needs to get back to his sleepy place. So at every juncture we’ve got about a two-hour window to either sleep, work, run errands, or clean. I really appreciate those little windows and I’m amazed at what can be done in two hours.
I guess he needs all this sleep now. He’s still booting up, upgrading his memory and installing drivers for his peripherals. During awake times, we’ve been relaxing to the psychedelic swirls of the iTunes visualizer and micro head nodding (we’re working our way up to head banging) to the soothing sounds of Lullaby Renditions of Metallica.
Afrojet Tip For New Dads: Stay clear of beer and head straight for the Whiskey. It gets the job done cleaner and faster and won’t make you drowsy.