New childs

I've got a daughter now.

Friday morning we went to the hospital and my amazing wife had our daughter, Allie. Everything worked out perfect, and it couldn't have gone smoother.

It seemed better than when my son was born. I slept better the first night, and endeavored to eat food outside of the hospital this time. Nat ordered room service and the little girl was content with her new parents.

Lots of family visited and I was wondering how my son would take to having a new sister. He seemed to not even notice. He was more inclined to push buttons, crawl under the bed, open drawers and doors, and scream every time we tried to take a picture. So it worked out.
We drove home a couple days later and have had terrible sleep ever since.

Morning Rush

Working nights has a weird effect on me. I've been doing it for 2 months.. and since I've started I've found that the little time I have in the mornings to watch my son and do things around the house are all I really get... by the time I come home at night, I'm so tired that I can't stay up to get all the things done that I'd like to. My art has fallen off, my podcast died, video games are hard to play, and thinking of things to blog about is a distant memory type of thing.

I need a better schedule to figure things out... and just get out of my house. Or I get sucked into a time warp where I don't know where my time goes. So I propose the following schedule:

Breaksfast(s)
Sesame Street.
Time at the park with my son and dog.
Naps (if necessary)
Lunch.
Clean up.
Get ready for work
Go.

I'm going to have to find time on the weekend to catch up on art projects and everything else. House projects, cleaning, and finally organizing myself. I'll probably have to figure out a weekend schedule as well.

yeah...

I don't know if this working evenings thing will last forever. It probably won't and I'll have to readjust again. Maybe I'll start to enjoy it. Who knows. I like where I'm at but I wish I could do more.