Crock of Ages
This entire blog is dedicated to my attempt at staving off the inevitability of becoming something I hate:
One of those people who is known as a parent first and a person second. One of those people who can’t seem to talk about anything except kids and kid-related stuff. One of those people who goes to bed at 8pm because parenting is so tiring, who stops having fun (read: drinking) because parenting is so all-consuming. One of those people who only listens to kids music, who only watches children’s programming, or who only hangs out with other parents.
Or one of those people who relays his child’s age in months. Today, I failed.