Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Sorry for the lack of updates and for the short update today. No reason yesterday, other than just complete exhaustion. Today, however....Baby Bailey got her year-and-a-half shots today. Normally this leads to a cranky, sore baby, with a little temperature.
Hoever, sometimes as a parent, it's hard to maintain rational thinking. A simple kiss on teh forehead makes you aware of a higher than normal temperature. You try to rationalize it as best you can, by assuring yourself that the nurse told you about this. But the NURSE AIN'T DAMN WELL KISSING MY BABYS FOREHEAD RIGHT NOW, IS SHE?! I didnt think so.
This fever is alot warmer than you expected. In a span of seconds, you are convinced that you are looking at your baby's LAST HOURS ON EARTH! You'll put her to bed after giving her some Tylenol to cut into the fever, but it's already too late. You'll tuck her in at night, naively thinking that she'll be fine when she wakes up.
The funeral will be emotional to be sure. You'll relent to a religious ceremony more to your spouses liking, and carry the bitterness and resentment until it just bursts out in therapy, making you realize that you just can't make this marriage work anymore, as you both blame each other for her passing. She'll take the kids and the house and the car....partly because the court decided it was best that way, and partly because you want to look magnanimous and giving to your now ex-wife in a half-assed attempt to win her back under a veil of pity.
It won't work of course. She'll find another more mature and masculine man, who has made his fortune with his backyard gyms for kids, which explains why your own children like him best. Course, it's hard for them not to feel humiliated when you'll be living behind the dumpster at the local church.
Yup, it's gonna be a rough 15 years before you find your feet again, finally finding a job as a school janitor. But then, by that point, the school board will have found out about that inadvertant google image search for "ball room". Pervert and degenerate, they'll call you. And that's what led you to that ledge on the bridge over the Mississip.
See what parenting does to you?
Thank goodness that the wife showed up to apply some logic to the situation. And don't tell me there isn't anything like Male post pardum. Baby Bailey is fine, and will continue to be so. Dad's nerves will mend and repair as time passes.
SPORTS ILLUSTRATED HALL OF FAME
Elle is there. So is Tyra. Christie BRinkley. But it's all a farce, because Kathy Ireland is nowhere to be found. Kathy was one of THE models who made the issue what it is today. Back when the phrase "Supermodel" really meant something. Now, it's simply an overused superlative handed out to those who haven't earned the title.
Sports Illustrated had the right idea, but it was poorly executed.
And now, I have to shuffle off. We'll see if we can't actually provide some substance tomorrow.
Hoever, sometimes as a parent, it's hard to maintain rational thinking. A simple kiss on teh forehead makes you aware of a higher than normal temperature. You try to rationalize it as best you can, by assuring yourself that the nurse told you about this. But the NURSE AIN'T DAMN WELL KISSING MY BABYS FOREHEAD RIGHT NOW, IS SHE?! I didnt think so.
This fever is alot warmer than you expected. In a span of seconds, you are convinced that you are looking at your baby's LAST HOURS ON EARTH! You'll put her to bed after giving her some Tylenol to cut into the fever, but it's already too late. You'll tuck her in at night, naively thinking that she'll be fine when she wakes up.
The funeral will be emotional to be sure. You'll relent to a religious ceremony more to your spouses liking, and carry the bitterness and resentment until it just bursts out in therapy, making you realize that you just can't make this marriage work anymore, as you both blame each other for her passing. She'll take the kids and the house and the car....partly because the court decided it was best that way, and partly because you want to look magnanimous and giving to your now ex-wife in a half-assed attempt to win her back under a veil of pity.
It won't work of course. She'll find another more mature and masculine man, who has made his fortune with his backyard gyms for kids, which explains why your own children like him best. Course, it's hard for them not to feel humiliated when you'll be living behind the dumpster at the local church.
Yup, it's gonna be a rough 15 years before you find your feet again, finally finding a job as a school janitor. But then, by that point, the school board will have found out about that inadvertant google image search for "ball room". Pervert and degenerate, they'll call you. And that's what led you to that ledge on the bridge over the Mississip.
See what parenting does to you?
Thank goodness that the wife showed up to apply some logic to the situation. And don't tell me there isn't anything like Male post pardum. Baby Bailey is fine, and will continue to be so. Dad's nerves will mend and repair as time passes.
SPORTS ILLUSTRATED HALL OF FAME
Elle is there. So is Tyra. Christie BRinkley. But it's all a farce, because Kathy Ireland is nowhere to be found. Kathy was one of THE models who made the issue what it is today. Back when the phrase "Supermodel" really meant something. Now, it's simply an overused superlative handed out to those who haven't earned the title.
Sports Illustrated had the right idea, but it was poorly executed.
And now, I have to shuffle off. We'll see if we can't actually provide some substance tomorrow.
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