on the up
Been ill, got better, Gabe started day care, got ill, now he got me ill. Not cool.
Being a dad sucks sometimes, on the other hand despite the suckage it's always fucking amazing: I spent over six hours Tuesday night (between 11pm and 5am or so) in the rocking chair with Gabe. It's utterly confounding and illuminating at the same time that this little spindle of flesh depends on me so much. It makes everything worthwhile, which is cool.
On top of that:
Work's cool.
Bef and I are cool.
My darling daughter is a monster who does nothing but eat and smile - cool.
My Michael Caine impression is receiving critical acclaim, especially when I don't blink and blow the bloody doors off - cool.
Missing H and milkshakes (among other H related events) - not so cool.
All in all it's cool.
Being a dad sucks sometimes, on the other hand despite the suckage it's always fucking amazing: I spent over six hours Tuesday night (between 11pm and 5am or so) in the rocking chair with Gabe. It's utterly confounding and illuminating at the same time that this little spindle of flesh depends on me so much. It makes everything worthwhile, which is cool.
On top of that:
Work's cool.
Bef and I are cool.
My darling daughter is a monster who does nothing but eat and smile - cool.
My Michael Caine impression is receiving critical acclaim, especially when I don't blink and blow the bloody doors off - cool.
Missing H and milkshakes (among other H related events) - not so cool.
All in all it's cool.