Apr 17, 2010 23:58
I love my son more than I could ever have imagined loving anyone.
During the week, when I come home from work, I realise I've missed him more than I could ever have imagined missing anyone.
I've had a lot of mild toothache lately, and when I got home yesterday I was particularly tired out from that and other things, so my wife offered me one of her prescription painkillers from when she was in hospital with the C-section. I don't take a lot of medicines, so I just took half of one and went to bed for a nap. I woke up two or three hours later feeling like I'd been melted and poured onto the bed. It was such a deliciously relaxed feeling that I hadn't felt for months, maybe years. Hurray for taking other people's prescription drugs!
For years and years now I've had a problem with wanting to do a lot of stuff and not having the time management skills, the money, or the self-motivation to get much of it done. Now, of course, I am completely absorbed in this beautiful baby and, although I'm not saying it's impossible to get things done, I really don't have as much chance as I used to, which I didn't make the most of as it was.