There are many differences between 8pm and 3 am. I won't belabor the obvious ones. But here are my top things I find different.
1. An unannounced rubbing from the cat against a bare leg. A warm welcome at 8pm. At 3am, it's more of a mini heart attack.
2. Any infomercial by the Sham Wow guy. At 8pm, amusing. At 3am, either I'm going to kill him or order 4 shaw wows... mood dependent.
3. Baby farts. Much funnier at 8pm. They smell worse at 3am.
4. 40w bulbs. At 8pm, I can barely see to do anything. At 3am, "it burns!"
5. The barking neighbors dog. At 8 I'm annoyed... at 3am, I'm ready to make the owner look like the Sham Wow guy.
6. Mixing a bottle. At 8pm, it's a simple exercise. At 3am, I used 4 spoons, two bottles, a strainer, half a roll of paper towels and had to change shirts. I left the kitchen so covered in formula powder that it looked a cocaine factory.
7. Changing a diaper. Again, 8pm = simple. 3am, I wiped her bottom with the burp cloth. Whoops. Then I forgot to put the diaper on, and buttoned her up. Good thing I noticed there was less "junk in the truck" when I picked her up and corrected my mistake.
8. And finally, feeding. At 8pm, a simple exercise and one that needs to happen fast because there is a lot to do. At 3am, it is something to be relished. It feels like just you and her in the world. Yeah, sleep deprivation can suck, but being alone at 3am providing for a little one is indescribable.
Peace.
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