Thirteen days ago, I welcomed my 3rd child into the world. I am now the proud father of 3 boys, aged 8, “4 and 11/12ths”, and 13 days.
One thing about having a new baby in the house is that nights are no longer long enough. He sleeps well enough, but he also needs to eat about every 4 hours (and that’s 4 hours from the start of one feed until the start of the next, and he often spends about 1 hour eating. That means my wife and I get our sleep in blocks of about 3 hours at a time. We’re quite willing to put up with this, because we realized that: a) this is only temporary, and b) the kid is awfully loveable, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep him healthy!
On the down-side, of course, is that we are a bit more tired LOT more tired than we would like to be. Getting up in the morning is a bit of a chore, and when we get the chance, we’ll always take a nap (which is never long enough either).
After taking a nap this afternoon, there were a few groceries that we needed, so I put on my footwear and took off for the local grocery store. I bought the things that we needed, and then went to the gas station to put fuel in the car and get ice-capps for my wife and myself.
After completing what I needed to do, I got home, stepped out of the car, looked down, and realized…
I wonder how many of my fellow shoppers got a good chuckle out of my sleep-deprived inspired choice of footwear!