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Sleep dep can be kind of cool.
I don't think that I've ever experienced it outside of a programming environment, when it was unpleasant because something needed doing, and in fact that thing required a logical, mostly-rational mind to do it. Keeping yourself sharp enough to code but allowing the other parts of your brain to grab some sleep in the back of the van (as it were) is quite a skill (and one that I've got, through painful years of necessity).
Not like baby-sitting isn't an environment in which Something Needs Doing, but it's shorter struggles of more simple physical tasks with larger periods of just sitting there, between feeds (/crying/changing) and actually have half an hour or so in which to feel totally whacked-out on no-sleep.
Not like I don't have other abilities to bring to the table, but as The Bloke (and thus not quite as essential or multi-task-capable as the missus), I have been taking a kind of pride in FINALLY having a really productive, necessary use for my fucked up lifestyle. I don't sleep when normal people do, and finally, that's EXCELLENT. That means I can coast through the odd waves of sleepiness, look after the little guy and eventually drop him off with Liz when I'm about to crash, feeling good that my last decade of bad habits buy her some sleep each night.
I don't know if that sounds fucked or not, it makes me feel really happy to be useful, especially as pre-baby, it could be pretty counter-productive to the relationship.
And, to meander back to my original point, on a good night, when the little guy's not trying out his larynx / pissing on me while I change him / pinching and head-butting me while I wind the guy, you get these occasional blocks of almost ketamine-like floating, appreciating the peace, off your face with tired, grinning like a loon at the tiny wee bastard... on a GOOD night, it's almost like free drugs, right here, in my lounge!
Sleep dep's fuck all. All the physical, biological stuff is, in fact, fuck all (particularly when it HAS to be because this tiny demon-monkey needs someone to make his world nicer, STAT). I know there's a metric-tonne of new things waiting to slap me in the face any day now, but right this moment and for most of the last few weeks, hey, fuck it! I can do this and it doesn't entirely suck :)
I do get the booze and the drugs and the hate and the shouting back again in a few weeks though, yeah?
Yeah?
shiiiiiit ;)
I don't think that I've ever experienced it outside of a programming environment, when it was unpleasant because something needed doing, and in fact that thing required a logical, mostly-rational mind to do it. Keeping yourself sharp enough to code but allowing the other parts of your brain to grab some sleep in the back of the van (as it were) is quite a skill (and one that I've got, through painful years of necessity).
Not like baby-sitting isn't an environment in which Something Needs Doing, but it's shorter struggles of more simple physical tasks with larger periods of just sitting there, between feeds (/crying/changing) and actually have half an hour or so in which to feel totally whacked-out on no-sleep.
Not like I don't have other abilities to bring to the table, but as The Bloke (and thus not quite as essential or multi-task-capable as the missus), I have been taking a kind of pride in FINALLY having a really productive, necessary use for my fucked up lifestyle. I don't sleep when normal people do, and finally, that's EXCELLENT. That means I can coast through the odd waves of sleepiness, look after the little guy and eventually drop him off with Liz when I'm about to crash, feeling good that my last decade of bad habits buy her some sleep each night.
I don't know if that sounds fucked or not, it makes me feel really happy to be useful, especially as pre-baby, it could be pretty counter-productive to the relationship.
And, to meander back to my original point, on a good night, when the little guy's not trying out his larynx / pissing on me while I change him / pinching and head-butting me while I wind the guy, you get these occasional blocks of almost ketamine-like floating, appreciating the peace, off your face with tired, grinning like a loon at the tiny wee bastard... on a GOOD night, it's almost like free drugs, right here, in my lounge!
Sleep dep's fuck all. All the physical, biological stuff is, in fact, fuck all (particularly when it HAS to be because this tiny demon-monkey needs someone to make his world nicer, STAT). I know there's a metric-tonne of new things waiting to slap me in the face any day now, but right this moment and for most of the last few weeks, hey, fuck it! I can do this and it doesn't entirely suck :)
I do get the booze and the drugs and the hate and the shouting back again in a few weeks though, yeah?
Yeah?
shiiiiiit ;)
