Conan Dogs

Okay, fingers are cracked and ready to slap the shit out of this keyboard. I’m rested—sort of—and ready to go. I’m going to blog like crazy today. My wife and I decided to split the night in two so that we both can get a bit of rest. Last night I took the 10-3 shift on the living room couch and she took the 3-8. Mattie is such a light sleeper for the first half of the night that neither of us was getting to sleep until after two, so we figured that we would hole up in front of the TV with her.

Two things will come of this. First, I will begin to catch up on Conan O’Brien (I’ve been an avid fan since my college roommate and I watched every night way back in 1995 and ate “Conan Dogs” made in our dorm room micro fridge) and second, my wife and I will be one step closer to separate beds and old age.

Last night’s trial run at this new schedule worked pretty well, although true to form Tildy didn’t do much sleeping before my shift was over, so I think I got the worst of it. We may have to alternate nights so that this dad doesn’t get too beat up. I will tell you though, that when my head hit the pillow at 3:00, well really 4:30, I was dead to the world for four solid hours and I am thankful for it. You parents out there know your world has gone through a drastic change when four hours is a lot of sleep.

Ouch, baby number one is awake. So much for earth shattering blog posts. In reality, this will probably be as long as they get for a while. I will at least try and keep them interesting.

Oh, right, Conan dogs are just two regular hot dogs with ketchup and mustard that have to be consumed before the first guest sits down. Yes, this lasted for a whole year. Yes, college was awe-some.