Ramblings of a New Dad: Five Months and some Jazz
Okay, so I'm a little late on this one. I became the father of a five-month old a week and a few days ago, but I've been jammed at work and I got a new side gig and I've been researching fall-out bunkers because American politics and I stubbed by big left toe and I think the dog is eating something hold on a minute what are you eating? WHAT. ARE. YOU. EATING??? DROP IT!!!!! (Uh, you okay over there?) I'm fine. Just feeling a little overwhelmed. Let's just say that when they say that being a parent adds exponential layers of stress to your life they know what they're saying. Those they are pretty smart. Say hey. (You really need to be medicated.) Trust me, I'm medicated enough. This allergy season has been brutal. That's part of the problem. My little one is just a hair over five-months old, and with each day that passes I continue to pray that my beloved offspring is not hampered with the environmental aversions