Congrats man! And keep fighting the good fight. Our youngest (of three) is just about out of diapers and it gets so, so much easier. My unsolicited advice would be once you get your feet under you a bit, definitely still make time for your own interests (and encourage your partner to do the same). I would have lost my mind if I didn’t have beer league, my own set of friends, and my own stuff to think about other than cleaning shit off butts and work. We also split the weekends so I get up with the kids on Saturday and my wife is free until 10:00am (to sleep or run or go to brunch or whatever) and I get Sunday mornings off, so Saturday nights are my sanity nights where I drink, smoke, and play video games late into the night. I’m in a noticeably worse mood if we have plans on a Saturday night or have to get up super early on Sunday and I don’t get my “I love you all dearly but leave me the f*** alone for a few hours” time.
Separately, I just bought Helldivers 2. Seems awesome. Anyone put a lot of time into it?
Thank you! And that is definitely excellent advice.
This being our second kid, I've got a slightly better feel for what it takes to stay sane while weathering that horrendous (and shit-spewing) new-baby storm. And thankfully, my wife and I are both good about expressing our individual needs for personal time/space and figuring out schedules that work for both of us. Obviously, with a second kid in the mix, our previous one-kid solutions don't work. (With one kid, you can just take turns handing the kid off to each other if/when someone needs a break. But it only recently hit home for us that, with a 4 y.o. and a baby, oh hell no, no breaks for anyone, ever.) That said, we've already made some initial adjustments. And I know we'll get there once the initial storm is over and we're finally able to get some decent sleep and our brains begin functioning again. This time around, I can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel!
Meanwhile, all of my PC gaming pals are playing (and raving about) Helldivers 2 right now. The part of my brain that remembers playing late-night online games with pals is definitely feeling some FOMO, but the rest of my brain is like, "Dude you know there's no way, so don't sweat it."