@Bandage don’t worry about all this shit.
With one sprog it’s heaven. Make sure herself feeds from the tap and later that the local does baby bowls.
You’ll have another year and a half with a designated driver and loads of sneaky pints at lunch or dinner.
Timing of the feeds at the start is paramount though.
I’d get home from a hard day working for the man around 6.30/7pm (don’t start rushing home), stop for a pint if early, never give false hope.
Ms Goode would have the dinner made for me and would feed the little lad around 8pm and go to bed. Me the caring father would stay up and watch over him and the telly, having the occasional Heineken. At 11.30/12 when he woke, I’d call the bean an ti to takeover and I’d go to bed. She would look after him and get back up at 4.30/5. I’d be grand and although her sleep broken she’d be grand too with 7/8 hrs sleep.
With herself feeding, the baby really doesn’t give a monkeys about you…don’t worry, play on this, it will change but it means you won’t have to change nappies much either. I remember telling a work colleague I had changed 6 nappies in the first 6 weeks and they thought this strange???
Then the second comes along.
All the above changes…the little things kinda form a bond with you anyway. While one is being fed or played with you really can’t ignore the other one…you’ll start bringing them places too, repeatedly and ones offs, horse riding, swimming, funky monkeys, imaginosity, play grounds…it’s fucking endless. You don’t want to but for some reason you do it…
These are like school trips but they happen every weekend. Now in Wexford that might have been normal growing up but in Dublin the front door was opened and we were told to come home for dinner when the Angelus rang in St Sylvesters, which at the time could be heard all over the village…now we lived under some rules, you couldn’t be late for dinner or you ate it cold. Cold stew on Tuesday or cold chips and eggs on a Friday ensured at a young age one learned the values of timeliness.
Anyway, after these excursions, you may say, ah I might go for a pint, depending on the week this could have a positive or negative response… always finish that sentence with, I’ll only have a few and sure I’ll get up with them in the morning…
Then on a Saturday or Sunday you’ll end up posting on this site dying of a hangover with kids drinking milk and watching The Boss Baby or Toy Story.
Dinosaurs yesterday at the Ambassador, swimming later this morning… I’ll have a few pints at the Gary Og gig later tonight though.
Monday is my lie on day. Always ensure the work diary has an meeting in it and get in the office for 11. It’s weird at the start but after a while people in the office start saying, oh Mr Goode doesn’t get in til around 11 on Monday’s…then you know you’ve cracked it.
Peter Rabbit is on here…