Goooooooood Morning Vietnam!
Today has been exhausting and I'm less than four whole hours into it.
Em got into bed with us...again...around 2 or 3 a.m. Then she would randomly sit up and ask me incomprehensible things. She'd poke me in the shoulder and say "Daddy? Daddy? DADDY?!"
"Mmf, flrgle, what Punkin? What is it?"
"Daddy? Can we shaph do sobba wik wik in a minute?"
"...sure. Go back to sleep."
Some time later:
"Daddy? DADDY?!"
"Punk. What?"
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Punkin'? What?"
"Daddy?"
"Emeline. What?!"
"Daddy? Can we yab to the mow mow for a little while?"
"Go back to sleep."
"Daddy?"
"Sleep! I command you!"
And so on.
This morning it was "Return of the Revenge of the I Don't LIKE Pants!" For about, I think, eternity. Sobbing while getting dressed. Sobbing while brushing her teeth. Sobbing while the Empress put her hair in ponytails (something Daddy is, apparently, fundamentally incapable of doing). Sobbing down the stairs. Sobbing into her Corn Pops. Then she cheered up!
"Daddy? Can I watch TV?"
"No, Punk. We don't have time, we're leaving in a few minutes."
Sobbing while putting on her boots. Sobbing while putting on her coat. Sobbing in the car.
Then I get to work and the payroll server is down with a critical hard drive error. So I got that goin' for me.