It Is OK To Be Tired Too

When you are a noodad in the purest definition of the word, you are faced with new experiences and new routines. Truly amazing experiences like staring into the eyes of your newborn and realizing that kid is going to pwn you the rest of his life. Or truly horrific experiences like getting hosed down like you are a new inmate at Shawshank. These things wouldn't be as extreme of an experience if it not for the lack of sleep that accompanies it.

It's no secret. Having a kid means you get no sleep. It's as certain as the tides or the fact that the American league is far better than the National League. Where the real issue comes into play is when you decide to complain about it. Take it from me, noodads, I don't care if you feel like you took a double hit of NyQuil, the worst thing in the world to do right now is bitch about how tired you are to your wife.

It's not your fault. You are tired and if you are like most guys, tired means you get cranky and what better person to voice your crankiness to than your partner, your trusted confidant, your Tom Hagen. The problem though, is your consigliere is even more tired than you are! They are most likely doing more time than you and they interpret complaining about your lack of Z's like complaining to a guy in a wheelchair that your leg fell asleep.

If your wife is nursing, she will feel a sense of pride of her sacrifice and her dedication. (As she should) Being tired will be translated into 2 gears: Breakdown from exhaustion, and defiance. You can't do anything about the breakdown stage except comfort her and keep your trap shut. The defiance stage will be a trickier minefield to navigate as she will wear her tiredness as a badge and just when you think she will understand your tiredness, she will pounce and boy, will she end you.

Let me be clear. She has every right to be pissed. She is exhausted, and she is being milked every 3 hours. You, on the other hand need to just deal with it and trudge through your day alone. You can't say anything because you can't escape the ramifications. After all, "No ship that small has a cloaking device". You need to get creative. You can't wait for the trash to be dumped before hyperspace to hang out. You need to catch some Z's on the train, or start doing cocaine (kidding).

Lucky for you, I feel your pain. I know you are tired, and I know it is tough for us dads too. So instead of complaining to your wife, complain right here on noodad.com. Take it from dads that know: we don't have it as bad as our wives, but we have it pretty bad too.