Sweet mother of pearl, what an exhausting past few days!
I apparently didn’t do a very good job of giving live updates (or any, for that matter) of the house re-arranging. We finally got up and running around 3:00 PM Saturday. After that was pretty much a blur, what with all the carrying back and forth to clear off the heavy furniture (we have a lot of stuff on top of other stuff). And with the “move this here, shift that there, move this to where that was, move something else to here, move that to where something else was, etc,” it was like watching real-life Tetris with Link’s life points.
And boyo, did I use those life points.
Does every guy go through this denial that they are no longer 22 years old?
I mean, I’m not old (I’m 34), and I’m not really out of shape. Still, I’m definitely not the spry 22 year old who could lift and carry each section of the gianormous teak hutch by myself. Or could shuck boxes of books for hours at a time. Or not fall asleep during dinner.
One of the downsides to fatherhood, for me, is that I feel my age more acutely. It’s nearly impossible to jump back to the lack of responsibility, the need to experiment, and the ability to pick up and go where I want that permeated my pre-fatherhood life. Now, it’s taking me over an hour just to write the post, because the kids rely on me to meet their needs. That unconditional love is an awesome feeling. Unfortunately, it doesn’t allow me to ignore my back pain as I’m reminded that I’m turning into “the old man”.
Nor does fatherhood allow me to sleep more than 3 hours at a time. And definitely no sleeping in to recharge the batteries.
I wouldn’t change it for the world, though.
Just wish fatherhood came with a lifetime supply of Naproxen.
