Eh.
I work therefore I am. I live therefore I am.
Was up at 5am Friday morning due to Jessica literally pushing me out of bed and onto the bedside drawers. Not very pleasant. Anyhoo went through the day doing what I normally do (ie. Take care of the family) and headed off to work at 6pm. Came home early at one stage to reassure Angela who was fearful for no apparent reason. Might be early stages of PND. Have to keep a very very close eye on her. Finished work at 11.30pm as I was falling asleep on the roads and was very close to driving into bins and gutters. Not funny but I was very close to losing control. I need a regular 9-5 job now. And heap all the Pizza Shop politics onto my shoulders and I nearly think it's time for me to plant my flag someplace else. Have to see on that one. So home I came. Didn't go through my regualr routine (Ie. Computer, cigarettes, TV). Just fell asleep in bed. Now 2 hours later I am awake as Jessica and our new baby daughter Ava, are up and down and setting each other off. One awake the other sleeps, etc etc. I am doing my best but my best just isn't cutting the mustard. I am back on full meds and feel great upstairs. Just need some decent REM sleep to recharge the batteries. I guess this is what people in wars go through. Deprivation of the senses. I'd be a good soldier if it weren't for my big belly. Although that is fast disappearing too. Lost 20 kgs over the last 3 months.
Watch this space....