THE WEEKEND!
I felt like I had a weekend!
Sure, I was tethered to the house by baby Ezra. Sure, there were no nights of going out to the bars. Sure, the only time I left the house was for a walk with -v- and Ezra. Sure, the impression of ass on couch is becoming more defined. But I actually was able to relax and have quiet/sane time for a few minutes (while Ezra slept).
I was able to write and read and relax. I was also able to clean the cluttered house. I was able to take a nap.
Okay, so maybe I have just adjusted to a weekend of a father with a new born. I suppose things like drinking, partying, dancing, socializing will be activities that are now replaced with rocking, talking, reading, holding, walking, changing, cleaning Ezra during the weekend.