My second son was born last month and I spent 2 weeks at home helping out.

Worst 2 weeks of my life.

I should have learned from the first one that this wasn’t going to be easy.

I guess I lucked out with my first one. My mother in law was around to help. Not that she really helped that much, since she was only around for 30 days, but at least I didn’t have to do the dishes. My first son was an angel. He was a good sleeper and we didn’t have problem feeding him. That’s probably why I wasn’t expecting the second to be so tough. That was foolish thinking.

Don’t take me wrong. I love my kids (the second one too), but I have to thank eBay for not allowing baby sales. Otherwise, I think I would be back to having 1 kid again by now.

I also had a countdown that I had to reset. I have it hidden at my computer (for some reason the wifey think it’s mean). It was down to 15 years and 11 months, but I had to reset it last month, bringing it now to 17 years and 11 months to go. For the idiots that still didn’t understand what the countdown was for, it’s a countdown till they reach 18 years, when I’ll be able to be free again.

But let me get back to the point of this post. Why do we keep making the same mistakes over and over? Why do people have 2, 3 or even 4 kids? Some wackadoos even have 5 or more. Some crazy fuckers out there. This also raises more questions:

• Why do we keep doing keg stands and chugging beers at our company bbqs year after year, even after promising not do this again in the previous year with that hangover the day after.
• Why do we keep doubling up our bets in Vegas even after having lost the last 10 hands?
• Why do we keep voting for Republicans (this will be a subject of a future post - requiring an IQ test to vote)?
• Why do “chicks” keep dating losers (another subject of a future post - the Romance Myth)?
• Why do we keep banging “tanks” even after we promise not to do it again after we banged the last “tank” and had our friends laugh at us for a week?

It’s because we have selective memory. We can’t remember (or don’t want to remember) the bad things. Only the good.

If in 9 out of our last 10 trips to Vegas we had lost $500 in each trip, but had won $2k in just one of those trips, that’s the trip we would remember and keep us going back. Selective Memory.

That’s why we will always bang “tanks”. Because we always forget the shit our friends give us for doing it and only remember the “good” part (ugly broads will do anything for you in bed).