Work before work, work at work, and work after work… woooork…
Came home for lunch feeling harried, pushed from a million different angles, tugged on all my corners. But, damn, does it make me productive. Nothing makes me buckle down quite like the fear of public humiliation. Somehow, if I’m working against a deadline, I rarely question my ability to make it – I just adapt to whatever schedule enables me to. I suppose that I’ve never really been so under the gun that I just wasn’t able to make it, so I usually just suck up the extra effort and get it done. I think this is a good quality… although it does make for some stressful cram sessions. It’s just how I work.
Keaton’s been fussy the last couple days, maybe she can sense her dad’s stress levels and is reacting in kind. Sharaun says she’s been squirmy during her meals (or, boob-suckings), and she’s been eating more frequently. Sharaun mentioned this at Keaton’s recent doctor appointment, but the doctor didn’t have much to say – “nothing abnormal,” which I believe is the baby-doctor’s catchall. Either way, it doesn’t seem to be impacting her – doctor says she’s gotten 2″ longer, her head’s gotten some percentage larger in circumference, and she’s nearly a pound heavier. All good signs which apparently put her in the 50th percentile of other babies. That’s my Keaton, middlin’ like her daddy already. This baby is my favorite new toy, I stare and stare and stare…
Work, running me – if I want to be in by 6am I need to call it a night.