Like a crazy night of heavy drinking

I spent most of the last night awake. The sound of the morning birds around 5 a.m. made me nostalgically think back to all those pre-children times when I returned home from a night out accompanied by the chirping of the birds.
Then I realised my night was quite similar to a night of heavy drinking: I prepared drinks, I cleaned the puke off someone, they smiled at me and then puked in my hair, I held and comforted them while they cried and I woke up feeling pretty shitty.
But I never had friends stay over and then loudly and in tears demand breakfast and entertainment after just three hours of sleep.

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