As we can all tell from my last post, even without the statement at the end, I was, and still am, very tired. What started as a brief joke message to my brother turned into a rambling post on here about all sorts. This was not what I had intended to do. I was going to set some time aside for another Chris open source DNA newsboost post only suddenly it was 11pm before the end of the month and I had to scrabble around for something quicker and easier instead.
Everyone knows that looking after babies is exhausting. That still doesn’t prepare you for how exhausting it actually is. It’s a new level of exhaustion not felt in a very long time; to think I used to get a bit rowdy if I lost as little as half an hour’s sleep on a weekday. Oh, what a fool I was.
The good news is that despite some major changes to preparing baby formula bottles and some minor stuff, a lot of it remains the same and muscle memory is keeping me afloat. I am a happy state of tired, one that means I struggle to remember which way to clean the cheese grater so that I don’t shred the sponge but one that knows it is all worth it because of who it’s all for.
Perhaps with all this weariness we’ll return to 2007 Ian, writing nonsense poems about shoes made of bonfires and random articles about haunted sesame seeds. That all remains to be seen and I apologise in advance if it does happen.
13 comments on “Tired (again)”
In many ways this has just brought you down to our level. Scrabbling for ideas at 11pm on the last day of the month is how I produce most of my Beans posts, and frankly all these years where you’ve just casually turned out bean after bean have been pretty galling.
Galling you say? I’ve never inspired gall in anyone. This is a new milestone for me. Someone needs to give me an award. We could call the ceremony the Gallies.
Enjoy your new milestone and revel in the feeling of bringing about gall deep within my soul.
It mostly feels like indigestion.
I will enjoy it once there is an award in my hands. And an oversized cheque for £28.00.
My advice to you would be to find a way to enjoy it without those things in your possession.
I can enjoy it however I choose to postpone that enjoyment until the award ceremony is over and I’m backstage, desperately trying to fold my over-sized cheque into a shape that fits in my pocket.
Cough up the goods.
Tell you what. You stage the elaborate all-star award ceremony with red carpet, orchestra and five course champagne dinner, and if you do I’ll sort out that £28 cheque.
I will, and you better. If I find out you’ve been lying to me then there’s… very little I can do about it.
Also, whatever day you organise it for, I can’t do that day. I’m busy. But thanks for thinking of me.
That’s okay. This is what makes life worth living; the bitter disappointment of a friend letting you down.
Don’t worry, mate, I will always let you down. Always. #matesquared
I’m going to screenshot this, print it out and put it in a frame on the wall by my desk. I literally cannot wait. Literally.