& I’m just not man enough for that.
In my twenties, I had this awkward notion that A-shirts (the colloquial “wife beater”) were the best option for men. Perhaps it was my sometimes-chiseled body, perhaps it was a misguided notion of manliness, either way you couldn’t convince me otherwise.
A few years back I transitioned into the professional world. My suit-&-tie life also meant a wardrobe shift to V-Neck undershirts. After all, what’s the point of wearing Hugo Boss if your deodorant discolors the pits after two wears?
For those of you who don’t have children yet, here is a picture of what a baby’s hand looks like, with a CLOSE-UP view:
I have no point of reference for how parents of one child manage their time. For us, with twin babies who EACH need to be fed every three hours (-changed, fed, burped, changed again-), certain things (like nail-trimming) just fall by the wayside.
Which leads to the title of this blog post. I need to buy some new shirts ASAP, crew-neck.
Because try as I might, I can’t burp my boys without yelping at least three times a minute.
If they don’t grow up to be professional mountain climbers, they will have some serious explaining to do.
*note – dad complains & yelps; mom breastfeeds both of them 17 times a day.