It started with a snort. Last night. Tonight she sniffles and gags. And doesn’t sleep. Wa-wa-waaahhhhhh!!! I pick her up. She arches her back. She struggles. Comfort. It’s all I can do. Here, try your binky! She takes it. She sucks away. Relief. But short lived. The runny nose runs some more. Wa-wa-waaahhhhhh!!! I comfort. It’s all I can do. …
An early morning flight
My wife, Laura, made very accurate observation the other day. We’re in the throes of newborn-hood, and we’ve had lots of sleepless nights over the past month. Laura accurately described what it feels like having a newborn in the house: “It’s like getting up early for a flight, at like 4:00 am… every day.” The grogginess never quite leaves, and …
Save as Draft
Sometimes I have more ideas to write than I have available waking hours. This isn’t to say that I have lots of ideas, but rather that I’m short on the waking hours part. Today is the second day where my planned topic for the post ended up spiraling into an uber in depth article rather than a small thought. Because …
Snork
Such are the thoughts of a tired father. As you may notice if you’re reading other posts on my website, live with a second little one around the house has caused a (hopefully temporary) lack of sleep and general life chaos. My brain fries more easily, my thoughts aren’t as sharp, and did I mention tiredness? Here’s a quick glimpse …
Not enough. Sleep.
Today’s post is brought to you by the effects of not getting enough sleep. I’m enjoying writing the occasional poem on the blog, but I also have to be honest and let you know that most of these poems are written late at night, typically with at least a little hint of sleep deprivation. Hence the recurring theme of, well, …
Sleep
As my eyes fall heavy, I try to think. Nothing comes. I stare at the screen. I let my eyes close. They open again, and I know. I know I must. I must write. Write something. Anything. Today is a poem.