And the ONE thing in life I’m better at than she is is handling a lack of sleep. I park in the wrong space when I’m tired, but she drives to the wrong job when she is. When I’ve had a rough night she finds the cheese in the freezer, but when she’s had a rough night I find the fridge in the basement. She’s better at absolutely everything else, but just after you were born we noticed that this was one area where I was more high functioning than she was. The only one.
