Why were parents so awesome before they became parents?
Well, in my specific example, with a new kiddo, I’d have to call 2009 “the year of not sleeping.” I’ve been a zombie for 8 months now, achieving nothing of any meaning or import whatsoever except making sure that Squirmy Wigglebutt doesn’t suffer malnutrition or fall on her head.
Next semester, I teach afternoons/evenings. I’ll miss “evening come-home,” but Mr. Night Shift will actually start getting 35-40 hours of sleep per week. I can’t WAIT.