Today was a full day and the kids were pretty wiped out. For
me that’s exciting because it means maybe they’ll all crash pretty quickly, and
it’s only after everyone else is asleep that I get to enjoy My Time. Yes, that’s
with a capital MT. Sadly, it’s Saturday, and My Time tonight, like every other
night since became a father, consists of a date with Microsoft Word. And that’s
if I’m lucky. Because while going out for a beer is eternally preferable to
sitting at home pecking away on the laptop, a quiet evening with a few pages in
Times New Roman is infinitely better than dealing with kids who won’t sleep,
and since tomorrow is Mother’s Day I’ll feel more obligated than usual to take
the little girl off Mom’s hands until eleven or twelve or sometime around dawn.
My three-year-old boy won’t go to sleep by himself. I have
to lay there with him until he’s unconscious. This is the by-product of my wife’s
insistence that babies should not sleep alone, it’s too scary for them and they
need the psychological comfort of knowing Mommy is always there. Well, now my
son is extremely psychologically uncomfortable if I am not there to help him
fall asleep. If he’s anything like his big brother I’ve got another two years
of this crap. Then it’s the girl’s turn to be scared just like she’s been
taught.
But like I said, after today they were totaled and I was
able to slip away from my kid at 8:30 – a relatively early start to My Time.
