Getting My ZZZ's On

Well, I’m in day three – make that NIGHT three – of my chance to catch up on some much-needed sleep. As mentioned in the last blog post, Brooks took Mason, Ike and Simba to Greensboro on Sunday to spend the week with her parents. I am starting to feel a little bit guilty. Brooks and the twins have been doing very well at her parents’ home, but she and her mom certainly aren’t getting any quality sleep. They have been trading nights tending to Mason and Ike, but regardless of who has baby duty, neither has been able to eek out more than a few hours of sleep each night. We’re still waiting for that so-called ‘routine’ to set in. The guilt I’m feeling stems from the fact that I now have a completely quiet house to call my own and can wake up to an actual alarm instead of the shrieks and cries I have become accustomed to over the last five weeks. Even a day trip I made to Atlanta today didn’t seem so tiring when compared to what I have become accustomed to recently. That being said, there is hardly a moment that goes by when I don’t long for Mason and Ike to be back home so I can resume my paternal duties. The quiet is nice for a while, but I’m ready for it to end.

While surfing the Internet tonight I stumbled on some clever comics related to babies crying. All parents should find some or all of these humorous.