I think those of you out there that are parents – especially second-time parents, with a first child eager to help, sometimes overly so – that there’s little to compare with these first days with the new tyke. The sleeplessness stretches days every which way, and nothing makes sense, and all you can think about is the next feeding, the diaper checks, not neglecting the older child. Things like showering get left behind and you wear the same 33 1/3 t-shirt five days in a row; shouldn’t it be a very simple thing to just get a different t-shirt from the drawer, even if you pull it on over a dirty body? Maybe, maybe not.
Still reading Remainder. It’s engrossing.
Not too much else to report. Things will continue to be quiet around here for the immediate future.