“Daddy… Daddy… DADDY!!”
I am suddenly ripped out of a deep sleep. I wake up on the living room floor in a small puddle of my own drool. I hear the credits song of a Paw Patrol episode in the background and see that my kids are reverting back to some restless chimpanzee-like state. What time is it? How long was I out? Is that a sticker on my forehead?
Turns out, I was only asleep for a few minutes but lately that’s all it takes for me to dive into the deep of my “new-normal” state of exhaustion. I’m instantly brought back to childhood memories of my own dad snoring away on the couch while we played around him or watched TV. When did I become my father?