It be Monday sir
Had a beautiful night last night, in all its sleeplessness. Rugrat was awake twice for over an hour. The first time I think was because she couldn't find the nipple to the bottle, the second I don't know why - possibly a bad dream. (she has those when we do something "new" and Sunday we went for our first family hike!)
But the second time I was holding her - cradled in my arm on the rocker in her room - and she had her eyes closed for a while, and I was laying back with my eyes closed, until I heard a soft "mommy." I looked down and rugrat was looking at me - those big dark eyes looking, i responded with the usual "yes sweetie?" and then she smiled and closed her eyes and snuggled into me. The world exploded at that moment.
No more talking and planning. Its time for actions. The bull shit has been piling for too long, (years even) and its time to start shoveling. I can't tell you what it means, and I can't tell you what its going to be. But - I can tell you that it will be something.