Mronings suck...

I spent most of my night caring for Kat. No not a pet animal, my daughter! Yes I'm a proud parent of a 6 week old girl. Yeah, I know what you are saying "OMFG you, of all people, a Father?" I get that a lot, not only from the shock but how much she looks like me. It's almost scary seeing a little female version of me laying there sleeping.

BUT!

Last night wasn't a lucky night. Spent most of it keeping Kat occupied and trying to get her to sleep. Not until about 3:45AM (EST) that She finally dozed off. P was exhausted for Kat was keeping up during the day without a chance to rest. So I let P doze a good solid night. So Kat would take naps of about 10-15 Min's which isn't enough time for me to "sleep" much less fall asleep. With the way things were going during the night, I had a feeling I'd have a rough morning. And being true to my gut feelings it was. I ran out the house for the bus. Just missed it by about 20-30 seconds. If I had those seconds my running (in the early morning it's not my thing that I do unless I'm very hard pressed into it) would not have been in vain. So I waited another 15-20Min's for the next bus and as per usual (sadly) got into work late. I'm very upset and extremely pissed and tired. But when I arrived here today I had the hit the floor running. With my job being a little more demanding in the mornings. Needless to say it was a BAD start. I'm grumpy but you couldn't tell by talking to me. Minor sarcasm slips into my voice in an odd way from word to word. I probably sound like an asshole.

Word of the Day: heh-ooohhh! *care of Kat's goodbye to me this morning*

OK she's 6 weeks old but I swear she's older. She can't speak per say. Yet I can't help but think she's talking to P and I. She's got a slight attitude toward things like all babies do. She likes being talked to and she'll even try to respond. She likes to sit up and talk. (loose use of word talk there) I'm sure she's got a lot to say. She loves sleeping on me and enjoys sitting up smiling and crapping while giggling. Suppose that's normal.

All in all I'm in good spirits despite my lack of any true form of sleep. Being a parent is a curse and a blessing. It's like holding multiple jobs just in the house, much less outside. As my day goes on I'll find out how strong I can be. I've had to skip breakfast already. Too busy. There's a minor lull so I can type this up. So work calls again for my tired body. It's all worth it when I get home though. I can see Kat smile and ask "aye-oooh-eeee". It means, to me at least, I'm happy your home. And I will be.