At any given moment there’s a parent somewhere in the world mumbling expletives under his breath because his kid won’t fall asleep.
Two weeks ago I was that parent.
It wasn’t my first time being woken up, and staying up, with my son, but this particular time was more frustrating because my wife and I were on a trip for our five-year anniversary. To make things even worse was that we were staying in an old bed and breakfast, complete with squeaky floors and echoing rooms that probably weren’t approved by the National Baby Screaming Society. So not only were we not getting any sleep, I’m pretty sure the people across the hall from us weren’t getting any sleep either.
Up until that point here’s how our day had been going: continue »