While being a father is all fun, there are, surely, some tough moments. For example, consider today.
4:00am – Last shot of vodka and beer at the birthday party.
4:15am – Home. Bed.
7:00am – Up to take Maxim for a walk.
10:00am – Back home.
I was still pretty drunk when we went for a walk. Not that I was doing all sorts of stupid things, but my coordination needed more attention than it usually does. Finally, when we arrived to the park and Maxim fell asleep, I layed down on the bench and had a little nap myself.
I vaguely remember people passing by, looking at me and Maxim and trying to figure out what we were doing there. It probably looked like a selfish mother kicked us out or something.