Ugh. Okay, so I'm typing this from the living room floor, like, with my phone brightness turned way down so it doesn't wake anyone up. Or, well, it won't wake *her* up anyway. The baby's... the baby's fine. Ish. He’s just doing his usual colic symphony. Again. For like, the fifth night this week? Maybe sixth? I honestly lose track. It’s 2:17 AM. She's asleep, finally. Like, really asleep. And I’m just… I’m sitting here, you know? Just watching her chest go up and down. And I should probably close my eyes, try to get some shut-eye before I have to actually *do* stuff for work tomorrow, like that big presentation for Jenkins, which I haven’t even *looked* at since… I don’t even know. But I can't. Close my eyes. Is that weird? Does anyone else just kinda… stare at their sleeping spouse and feel this mix of like, total relief that they’re finally out, but also this weird kinda… guilt? Like, because *I’m* the one still up, holding the screaming tiny human, and she gets to sleep. And it’s not her fault, I know, she was up with him earlier, and she’s just as exhausted, probably more, you know? But still. And then I start thinking about, like, all the stuff. The house is a mess, the yard is a mess, my desk at work is a war zone. And I keep thinking about how last week, during my performance review, Miller mentioned I seemed "distracted." Distracted! Like, dude, my entire life is one giant distraction right now. And I’m supposed to just, what, pretend everything's peachy keen when I haven't had a full night's sleep in, god, months? My own parents are calling me every other day about their leaky roof and Mom’s doctor appointments, and my oldest just moved back home after college, and he’s, like, constantly "borrowing" money for "startup costs." And here I am, just… watching my wife sleep, listening to the baby kinda whimpering in his bassinet next to me. Am I the only one who just feels totally overwhelmed by everything? Like, I used to be able to handle stuff. I used to be on top of things. And now I just feel like I'm barely treading water. And I can't even tell her this, you know? Because she’s already so stressed. So I just… I sit here. In the dark. And try not to think about how tired I am. Or how many calls I need to make tomorrow. Or how much I miss just… going to bed and sleeping. Anyone else feel like this is just… it? Like, this is life now? Just constant exhaustion and a never-ending to-do list? And you can’t even complain because, babies! They’re such a blessing! And yeah, he is, he really is. But man. This is rough.