Why I’m Sleepy

Been a while since I've just sat down and blogged a bit. The mood may or may not strike me during my week, but these days it really sucks to think that the urge to find a way, ANY way, to sleep, is one of the main motivating factors in my day.

See, my poor wifeage has a weird-connective-tissue-rare thingie as well as other odd stuff-and-things in her bones and all, and they sometimes (almost all the time) cause her some pain.  This pain is usually only handled by something that's either illegal or should be.  And it knocks her out.  Such to the point that she's not able to pull her creaking and hurting body out of a nice bed in the middle of the night and make a bottle for our boy.  Plus, it appears that the li'l bugger's gone and went Lactose Intolerant.

FUN.  Breastmilk and standard formula both make him cry and wiggle and hurt, and since we don't like that shit around these parts, we try to keep him healthy but unhurty and the Lactose-Free formula is all there is.

All Mothers Should Get Their Own Day... I Mean MONTH

Personally, the "Y" chromosome in me now has a whole different opinion on women who do all the feeding during these, the early months.  The inner Man in me reckons all you chicks should get presents on your offsprings' birthdays and a friggin' CAR when they turn 18, they should get a pat on the ass and a "go get 'em Tiger" while you shove 'em out the door.

The Sensative New-Age Guy in me reckons that Wifeage had to get fat, not drink or have any fun and have somebody do interpretative dance on her bladder and spine for months.

MONTHS.  Friggin' holyhell MONTHS.

Months of All The Time, mind you.  No breaks.  No days off.  Constant.

So, we had a talk and it was decided that I'd be the one to get up at night with the rugrat.  I wear it as a badge of honour, not only so that I can look my incredible li'l Love Muffin in the eye and feel like I'm doing anything even remotely CLOSE to "my part in all this" (aside from the fun bits, BOY were they fun), but also for the bonding that takes place in the middle of the night.

Infant cries out, though really he just grunts a lot and nomnoms on his own hand usually, but he's quite noisy about it, so I wake.  He's seeking not only comfort and solace from the cold, dark night but something to fill his empty tummy.  I heat up a pre-made bottle (wife does this out of some misplaced sense of obligation, whereas she should really be waiting for a footrub while I do it) and cuddle my little guy.  He snuggles in, roots around and...

comes up with a mouthful of chest hair.

BOY does he get pissed too.  I've learned to either wear a shirt or just lay him in bed with me and cuddle him sideways.  If he gets dug in, your nipples can really pay the price.

But yeah, I love the idea that he'll always know, even on a primal biological level, that daddy isn't somebody that just went out and killed mammoths.  I like that idea.

So... he eats every 3 hours, or thereabouts, and I don't get much sleep.  If I do, it's broken sleep and my dreams haven't been very dreamy for a while.  They usually fuel the aspirations of my day, or at least make my writing or creative exploits more interesting.

Infants Take All Your Time... Because They're Awesome

I'm on Baby Leave, from a generous system here in Oz, and I'm not working currently.  Which means I've got heaps of time right?  I've planned on using this time to:

1. Finish Book Number One - Editing and revising is a beeyatch, but I want this sucker perfect before I put it out there in the world.
2. Revamp Jex Analytics - I ditched SEO as a bill-payer and am now onto more noble pursuits in the realm of Analytics & Reporting (what I really wanted to do all along, hence the business name).  I'm building neat thigns with the Google Analtyics API, which is geekspeak for "I'm going to make it really, really easy for you to know how your website works."  STOKED.
3. Finish and Launch Page Buoy - Sparked from what originally got me writing a novel, I built a website For Writers, Of Writers, that will help them all hook up with each other and inspire each other to finish their novels in as awesome a fashion as possible.
4. Finish and Launch Have a Good Website - A simple look at what you need to do to have a website that works for you or your business, no matter what you do.
5. Finish Book Number Two - Halfway through and I'm stalled out.  Bleah.
6. Start and Finish Book Number Three - The Sequel to Book Number One is just natural.  Outlines are great, but it's time to get this sucker fleshy.
7. Write more here and in www.juddexley.com - Just because I like to keep in touch, even if some of the f-word people that I am trying to keep in touch with don't really seem to care.

Of these, I've managed to do one of them.  ONE.  Page Buoy is up and rockin' and it nearly killed me.  It most certainly left stacks of dishes in the sink and a wife wondering if I even liked her any more.

I do, so there.  In fact, I like her a whole bunch, so the rest of these may just have to wait.

Yet I Still Manage To Go Out and Hurt Myself

All this on top of my already numerous hobbies like swordfighting and showfighting with The Grey Company, playing goalie on a Monday Inline Hockey League, building my own armour, brewing my own beer and hooch, playing with my other 3 yardapes, playing on any of my 6 guitars, or just mucking about on Facebook or the Author's Forums where we all talk about writing and how hard it is...

It's quite a full plate.

Not to mention that we got a new car (well, used, but new to us) when a client traded me a website for a 1993 BMW 520i (I KNOW) which is basically the nicest fkn car I've ever even sat in, my other car leaks from every gasket and seal, including the wind screen, and the truck caught fire.

Yep, melted a bunch of wiring, good times.

Houses Are Hard To "Keep"... Friggin' Things

The lawn is overgrown because the mower is broken and the guy I hired to do it won't return my calls.  My garage roof leaks and a bunch of my armour and hockey shit gets wet every time it rains.  It's winter here, it rains a lot.

I keep the kids as fed as I can and dream of being able to hook up the dishwasher in the buggery that is our kitchen plumbing, I love the little fish on my desk (thank you again Wifage) and the GI Joes guarding them.  I'm active in the Web Industry here in town (now an Australian Web Industry Assocation Committee Member) and I help run Chess Club on Fridays at the kids' school.

I also struggle to keep up with clients that are wondering what they hell they're supposed to do now, as well as the new "fun" projects that I keep coming up with like helping out the Perth Thunder, the Australian Ice Hockey League's newest semi-pro team.

Far out.

To be perfectly honest, I think I wrote that all out just so that I could keep track myself.  It's pretty difficult to extricate the ol' cranium via rectum these days, as you can clearly see, this is about the best I got.

Smooches for reading, I hope your toes are warm and curl when you eat yummy cheese and red wine.

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