I think regular readers of this blog know how completely infatuated I am with my 8-month old daughter. She's truly the apple of my eye and I organize my life to spend as much time with her as possible. Honestly, I don't know of very many fathers who spend as much time with their child as I do. I'm sure part of this is motivated by the fact that my parents never spent much time with me as a child so I'm overcompensating to make up for it. But also, the truth is that I love spending time with the Peanut. I love reading to her. I love taking her on long walks every day. I love sitting on the floor and playing with her constantly.
So is it wrong for me to say that, every Monday, there's a small part of me that is glad the weekend is over? Because I've got to tell you that being with the Peanut all weekend can be absolutely exhausting. There's still a part of me that likes to stay up late on Friday and Saturday nights. Unfortunately, there's no more sleeping in until noon. Nope, the Peanut is like a human alarm clock. At 6:00 am every morning, she starts crowing like a rooster for someone to come get her out of the crib. I can't really complain because, on the flip side, she's a great sleeper. Ever since she was 3 months old, she's always been able to sleep 12 hours throughout the night. (For this, I thank one of my readers who early on suggested this book. Seriously, if you're having sleep issues with your child, give it a quick read. It's a very dry read but there are some great points in it that you might be able to incorporate into your life.)
Where was I? Oh yeah...the weekend. Is it just us? Or do other parents feel this way too? I just think it's funny how, in a past life, weekends used to be about relaxing and catching up on sleep. Now, it's all about activities, juggling naptimes and leaving the house with enough formula so you don't get stranded with a hungry baby. It's sometimes physically and mentally exhausting. Let's run down our weekend for you real quick. Friday night, MetroBro babysat the Peanut so BossLady and I could go see "Cinderella Man." Needless to say, the 9:00 pm showing didn't start until 9:30 so we didn't get home until midnight. Once home, I checked Sportscenter to see whether my Mets had won and then read a few chapters from Kazuo Ishiguro's new book. Fell asleep around 1:30. Then, sure enough, at 6:00 am, the Peanut let us know she was awake. Since it was BossLady's turn to get her, I was able to sleep until 7:00. Then, the three of us went out for a walk with the dog. For the rest of the day, we took the Peanut to the park, got stuck in the pouring rain, went to test drive a few cars, rented a car, went to visit the grandparents for a few hours, went out to dinner and then came home after a long day. I think I ended up crashing out around 10:00. Sunday, up again at 6:00, out the door by 7:30, had a family breakfast outdoors in Battery Park, walked the dog, took a short nap, headed out in 95 degree weather to the Big Apple BBQ Fest, stuffed our faces, went to BuyBuyBaby, walked a few miles over to the Hudson River Park, took Peanut to the kiddie water park in the West Village and then walked home another few miles in the baking sun. Gave the Peanut a long bath, fed her and put her to bed. Had dinner with the BossLady and fell asleep absolutely exhausted by midnight.
Maybe it's partly due to the heat in NY right now but the weekend was pretty tiring. But to tell you the truth, I'm pretty sure all our weekends are like this. I feel a little guilty about waking up on Monday morning and looking forward to going back to work. Man, life has changed!
Anyone else feel this way? Or am I no longer a contender for Father of the Year?