Running on Empty

Just so you know, it’s 1:30am. I “went to bed” at 9:00pm and slept until my four-week-old son started his rooting routine, snorting and grunting around for something to devour. It’s unbelievably cute, which I’m sure God intended to keep new parents from late-night infanticide.

I thought I would have something interesting to say at this point, but I don’t. That’s not to say nothing interesting has happened. I’ve never had so much interesting stuff packed into a month. But my creative faculties are severely limited due to a combination of sleep deprivation and sensory overload.

Welcome to the life of a new stay-at-home dad. Nice to meet you. Good night.