I figure that today I got the most authentic Father's Day gift possible. Real life, of course, is not generally the stuff of toilet paper commercials or Hallmark cards; thus it is only appropriate that this Father's day has entailed being kept up for much of the night by an alternating yelling/snoring baby, who eventually wakes up the toddler at half past five in the morning. That means the great weight of lethargy on the shoulders (with concomitant short fuse), still screaming baby, and a grizzling, whiny toddler demanding to be picked up every five seconds.
I did get a book, however, which was nice.
I have a nice Henry photo lined up for later on.
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Enjoy your new book if and when you get to read it.
Happy Father's Day (well, belated). I'm sure very soon you'll be flooded with adorable hand-drawn cards every year, and ties.
Because of the differences in our personalities (rather than out gender, as some claim), Jen seems far more able to discard/forget the shocking days and emphasise the positives, and I'm a bit more inclined to feel the negatives more heavily.
That said, I can always rationalise my way through it: “they’re babies; they don’t know any better; it isn’t always this bad” etc. I just like to blow off steam with a good: “for crying out loud Henry, SHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”