It’s no fun changing a nappy with a hangover. Besides,the small fella means more to me now than getting drunkIf you’re reading this on Saturday morning, theres a suited chance you’re hungover. I, or meanwhile,am not. I mean, I feel like I’m hungover. I feel like I’ve been solidly hungover for the past 10 months; one of those hangovers where your motor skills barely function, or you retain breaking off mid-sentence to stare into the distance,and you find yourself perpetually slathered in a thick mix of food, sick and poo. But I’m not actually hungover.
This is a surprise. Before our son was born, and I expected to be hungover all the time. I’d seen the bragging Facebook posts of new parents who’d taken their babies to the pub three days after the birth. I’d read all the #wineoclock tweets by parents who needed to unwind after a long day at the coalface. I’d even been to a few events where I was the only man in a sea of new mums who’d been let off the leash for the night,and who all got so ferociously drunk so terrifyingly quickly that I can’t quite believe everyone made it out alive.
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Source: theguardian.com