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When friends my age tell me they’re pregnant (again), I can’t even fathom. I’m only 42 and I’m exhausted all the time. Apparently I’m a big fat wussy, seeing as rock legend Rod Stewart is still enthusiastically siring puppies and he’s sixty-flipping-six. And little Aiden, the latest addition to the litter? Um, Stewart’s eighth. I need a nap just thinking about it.
Oh, it’s not all rosy cheeks and lullabies over at the Stewart house, but the raspy-voiced rocker told People magazine that he and wife Penny Lancaster have worked out a “good arrangement” for dealing with their ten-week-old’s frequently sleepless nights: Dad simply trots off to another room to catch his Zs.
“If the baby wakes up then you have to go sleep in the other room,” he told the magazine. “He’s up every two hours now so a few nights a week I go and sleep in another room.” (Ahem, does that mean that on those other nights he's on baby duty and it's his wife trotting off to a separate bedroom? I hope so.)
Clearly, Lancaster is a lot nicer than I am, because when my girls were young, my feeling was if I had to be up, so did the sperm donor. And if he tried to give me some sob story about how he “had to go to work tomorrow,” I’d gently and lovingly respond, “No, you "get" to go to work tomorrow, pal, and don’t you forget it.”
Stewart himself said it best: Some guys have all the luck.