4 hours sleep, makes it easy to be pessimistic but it doesn’t affect the quality of my washing-up technique.
Day one of 6 months paternity leave would have been a lot like every other day, if it weren’t for the voice in my head constantly reminding me of the fact, making me panic about what the hell I’m going to do for 6 months.
After a mid morning snooooooze things improved. Basic life admin was completed. Baby got covered in porridge, and a million friends texted me good luck. Basically I Got. Shit. Done. So not a bad start.
The playlist was The National (Boxer) and Is This It by The Strokes, and Daf kept me and Ada company all afternoon. We established that we’d both be capable of cannibalism in the right circumstances. A surprise conclusion but one I’m happy with 🙂
I also reeled off a story about a dog who lives on a teeshirt – will try to post it later…