[twitter]This post was originally written June 5, 2007 when Zacharie was 5 days old.
I feel like it’s 4am. All. The. Time.
I keep thinking “tonight is the night I get a good night’s sleep,” but no – this isn’t some 23 day Paris Hilton-style stint in the slammer – this is real life, an 18 year sentence to parenthood with the chance to have that extended if you screw up and raise a slacker.
Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE this little man to death, but I had no idea.
Mothers Day will bring on an entirely new meaning to me next year. Jennifer, my mom, my gramma – heck – all moms, are my heroes.