Hit the Showers, Kid

Brushing my teeth twice a day, showering appropriately, and eating when I wanted to were all easier before becoming a dad. I manage to shave nearly every day so baby doesn’t have to deal with a rough-faced dad, but generally there’s room for improvement in this realm of self-care. Eating is a particularly big change. Today I ate a turkey and Swiss sandwich as though on a plane that was going down. Baby wasn’t fussing, per se, but she was ready to at any second; being the conscientious sort, I didn’t want to be midway through a bite when she let loose. I got through the thing but with fewer points for chewing than my maternal grandfather would have liked me to score. (He was big on chewing, and he was right.)

Some of this seemingly dramatic stress will abate on its own as the months go by. For all I know, I’ll miss it.