Well I am exhausted! Who knew being a big brother would be such hard work! I'm nauseated, bloated, and more tired than I can recall ever being. Mommy says it's sympathy pains, but I think perhaps that the thought of the smelly, sticky, germ-ridden bundle of joy to come is the cause of my woe. I admit I was excited at first, thrilled, overjoyed even. But now Mommy is just no fun. All she wants to do is sleep, so she begs me to go to sleep not even an hour after I've just woken up. She doesn't take us out for coffee anymore because she apparently can't abide the stuff all of a sudden. She doesn't even wrestle with me anymore because she's drained of all life itself. Which is funny to me, because you'd think that since she's actually growing more life, she'd be more lively. Apparently not. And Daddy! He actually tolerates this new behavior! Why he even cooks dinner and does dishes so she can "rest"! Hmpfh. Well little brother, I sure hope you appreciate all the sacrifices I'm making for you!
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