Steady As She Goes

So I'm back at work, and it is every bit as defeating as I thought it would be. Getting up and sneaking out of the house at dawn is one thing, but having to leave a peacefully sleeping infant and wife behind is another - oh, to be swaddled and coddled and asleep for 18 hours a day. I don't remember it at all, but I sure do miss being zero. Life started going downhill once I became aware of my surroundings and had to take care of my own bowel movements. This downturn continued at four when I began pre-school, but was corrected somewhat with the advent of the internet, and rectified further with the Simpsons clown college episode.

Reflecting back on the past two weeks, I can now say that things went surprisingly smooth. I'm told we are pretty lucky. Sleep wise, I had prepared for the worst, so being able to consistently string together seven hours of sleep over a 12-hour period each night allowed me to carry out the rest of the day in my typical wide-eyed and bubbly manner. Please note the sarcasm in the last part of that last statement. But really, discounting a few barely-suppressed hissyfits and intense bouts of teeth-gnashing frustration, the sleep-deprived rage and stress I was expecting never really surfaced - instead, it has been more of a steady, happy numbness. A diet of coffee, banana bread and Halloween candy has helped, for sure.

Hopefully this continues.