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Most days are exhaustion.
Like drinking straight whiskey over the sink level of exhaustion.
Work takes everything to provide, and then the rest goes into the motions of ensuring your child and spouse are happy and content.
There’s the pre-dinner playtime, then dinnertime, then the shirt off dinner time (my daughter, not me).
She’s wearing the meal.
Then, you strip that little bugger naked for a bath. And then snacks and a bottle before she nods off to bed to sleep on your chest.
She’s perfect in every way.
Bruce Springsteen plays live from ’85 in the background.
If I could, I’d lie there in the rocking chair with her and doze off.
But there’s always more.
Now it’s wife time- where we watch Parks and Rec or something else funny for a bit. I sip whiskey-my wife sips who knows what. I don’t ask.
And then sleep. Er, playing on our phones readings and sending memes. Then sleep.
And if we’re lucky, we get to do it all over again.
