I told Steve we aren’t as bad off as those guys sailing 5,000 miles on a balsa wood raft in the movie Kon-Tiki. He found that questionable. “They’re living a dream. That guy has a guitar.”
Complaining about or even just documenting the difficulties of new parenthood is uncool. It’s not like documenting a trip across the Pacific guided only by sextants and stars. Sleepless nights, rocking and walking, shushing, exhaustion — you can’t even look forward to bragging about surviving a difficult baby. It’s not like running a marathon or going on a juice cleanse.
Della just got back from the soft playroom. Steve said she wanted to play night night under the soft blocks and suck her thumb in the ball pit. We are all tired.