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The day after

This afternoon, at about 2:15, my family and I got back home from the hospital.

Just the sound of that takes me back to each of the five times my wife and I came home after delivering a new baby. The process was very similar except for the part where the social worker came in to make sure my wife and I are not unfit parents. Oh yeah, and the part where the hospital was so eager to get rid of my litter that they actually walked my son down (actually walked next to my wife as my she walked with my son) instead of wheeling him down in a wheelchair. Mmm, and the part where they fed a two year old the same food they would be server a 38 year old prison inmate.

But for the most part everything went swimmingly.

Of course, the entire ordeal wore my entire family out. After we got home we ate lunch then almost immediately sent everyone to bed. And just about everyone needed the rest.

I was tired from a limited amount of sleep last night. My kids were tired of dealing with a cranky father. My son was tired of being poked and prodded. And my wife was just sick and tired of being sick and tired.

The good news from all of this is that we have learned a valuable lesson as a family. If you want to spend the night in the hospital, get a really cool buttless gown, watch all the coolest TV shows on your very own personal, hanging from the ceiling TV, then leave the kitchen unlocked, move a chair over to the counter, stand up on it and try to ingest as many over the count and prescription medications as possible.

Though personally I would rather spend the night playing the Wii and wooping my kids' butts at some bowling or tennis.