While I am typing this, I am sitting on the floor next to my daughter while she lays on her floor gym (or whatever it is you call this thing). It is 11:40a.m. on a weekday and I should be working… I am. Working on being Dad. Every fifteen seconds or so, I’m having to reach up from the keys and press the eyeballs on her musical frog, so if there is a delay here, I apologize. The Polly Wolly Doodle must go on.
Adaptation. This first week has been an adventure far beyond what I had expected. There was one day that I had my headset on, trying to discuss insurance with a customer, holding my swaddled daughter… feeding her. Then, at that moment, the doorbell rang. It was my neighbor bringing our two dogs back. Our Mutts picked a great day to make a jail break.
I have discovered that time and silence have never been so precious. I’m doing my best to adapt to these changes, and sometimes change brings about change. I received some fantastic insight this morning form a new friend and am starting work on a new business project. More to come on that.
I apologize for the “journalishness” of this update but it is my blog and I do what I want.
And now the silence is over and I must go administer bottle. Thank you for reading!
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Your theme flowed well throughout this post. When things do not go as planned, what a gift we have in adaptation!
…I’m going to have Polly Wolly Doodle stuck in my head for the rest of the day, now. >.<
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