The husband is working like crazy right now. When he gets home for a few hours he still has to be attentive to his electronic parasite, the blackberry. Last night I saw him wake from a deep sleep and answer the thing as enthusiastically as a teenage girl would with ‘Justin’ on the phone id. It can buzz at any time and generally seems to do so when you really hope that it doesn’t.
Caring for a baby draws similar parallels. When you want them to sleep…like, really want them to sleep, it’s not likely to happen. A baby abides by the laws of only one sheriff, and that sheriff’s name is Murphy.
How do they know? How can they consistently howl at the worst possible time? I think I have it figured out. After completing a rigorous nine month unscientific study, I’m pretty sure that babies have sonar. I suspect that their sonar capabilities are enhanced by certain conditions. I’ve determined that covering the mother with a blanket (prior to a nap), is second only to making the mother wet and naked in creating the optimal test environment. Imma gonna try and get a grant or something.
Anyway, due to my husband’s current work situation we are both on call 24/7. I’m looking forward to having him around more, not only to help out but because I miss him. You can’t really compare my work to his, it’s just different. I will say this, as crazed as my husband is, there is no chance that his blackberry will poop on him.
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