Monday December 9, 2019 // Bedtime

It’s been awhile since I’ve checked in. I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ve been buried under a mountain of work and emails and bottles and laundry. Too far buried to think about sticking my head out for even as long as Punxsutawney Phil would.

Being a working parent is rough. I knew it going into this whole thing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world (well, maybe working part and the dishes part). But I sure do wish it wasn’t 9:30 PM every night and I’m looking around thinking, “where did the day go?”. Every night. Tonight is no different.

Kiddo went down around 8:50 PM. I did dishes until 9:15 PM and immediately walked over to my laptop to crank this out. Between a hectic day at work, traffic, a quick errand to the grocery store, daycare pickup, walking the dog, entertaining the kid, and figuring out dinner… 5:30 AM – 9:15 PM was a blink. And as soon as I wrap this up it’s time to make his bottles for daycare tomorrow and pass out so I can do it all over again.

Five and a half months in I feel like I’ve hit my stride. I can do our nighttime routine with my eyes closed. I know the perfect amount of time it takes to hit 2oz and 6oz of water from our refrigerator. Every creak in the floor has been found. I’m a pro at this s*** now. But it’s no less exhausting.

The days like today compound over weeks and are slowly wiping me out. I get it. Parenting is tough. And we, at least IMO, have a pretty darn easy kid.

When I see other parents I feel like there’s now this unspoken bond between us. “Yeah, man. I know you’re tired. Let me get the door for you since I have a little bit of energy left.”

Guess what… it’s 9:30 PM.

– Josh // Feels like Groundhog Day