For the past 11 months, my wife and I have experienced significant sleep depravation. So much so that when I noticed (at 4 in the morning), the reflection in the mirror of my dark protruding bags under my eyes staring back at me, I was inspired to write this:
For some reason, our roommates choose to wake up once or twice in the middle of the night to cry and on the worst nights, scream as if they were being skinned alive.
It’s been 11 months of this.
Kids will stretch, pull, challenge, provoke, spit on, desecrate, terrorize your most beautiful ideals of being a parent. Sometimes, even before they are born. Yet, in a few seconds, they manage to transcend the difficulty and pain they put you through by doing something like this: