Life has been non-stop neon-green poopy diapers and spitup-covered shoulders for the last few weeks, and my prior life as a rave kid getting by on little to no sleep has definitely come in handy, but the one thing I really miss is music. Loud, wake-the-neighbors, head-nodding hands-in-the-air music. I have to be on point 24 hours a day, so even rocking headphones isn't really in the cards right now, as I still need to hear them breathing and catch them fussing before they wake their mother up. These kids got us on Shawshank lockdown right now, and after two weeks, even a sip of pruno or extra socks from commissary is a treat.
So when the in-laws came by a few days ago, my little baby jail wardens allowed me some time in the yard, and I arranged for a conjugal visit with my mixer and some new breaks tracks.
60 minutes of bass at high volumes (preferably in a res-i-dent-ial area).
