Dear God in Heaven…
It all started nine years ago, when my first beautiful daughter entered this world: “Oh man Jim, I hope you’re ready – it’s two…against you”, my friends would say. Three years later and my second beautiful baby girl was born. I won’t lie, I’d hoped for a boy in there somewhere but once Josie was here none of that mattered any more. They were my girls and I couldn’t be happier. Then the off comment became a regular thing…followed by, “Man, I hope you have guns”. “Check”. Then they started to grow up. Day by day, month by month and year by year. My wife and those two little girls have given me more love, reasons to be happy and more damned consternation than a shining beakon of testosterone like myself can handle.
Christ Almighty, it’s like the battle of the estrogen wills over here. Right now I’ve got my head buried in my computer (I actually do have a major project due tomorrow so I’ll be working late tonight on it, fit in three or four hours of sleep and then it’s off to the office at 4am) just in praying I can stay out of the fracus. And the funny thing is that we’re just getting started.
So here I am, sitting on my bed, ass deep in the least descriptive blueprint I’ve seen in months (maybe years), just me and Zeus – the male cat.
That’s right Zeus, misery loves company.