28 March 2012
Take all the spare time you thought you had before,
add one baby, subtract ten gallons of dish soap and 4 of laundry
detergent. Then multiply by infinite sleepless nights and an even
bigger need for a big night out.
Stir. Hell, shake if you're James Bond. It won't change the flavor.
You'll still end up with bags under your eyes and a love affair with a little squidgy, squeaking, grunting bundle of wonderful.
And a whale of a sore back.
There is a reason some bottles are cheap and some cost a fiver apiece.
You learn the difference during one of said sleepless nights. It
suddenly ends with a content, full, sleeping bubba and much less spit up
on your shoulder.
But then too, so does a successful 'big night out'.