Today is my daughter’s first birthday. She had an exciting day of playing at the park, getting her ears pierced and smashing a cupcake into a fine paste and subsequently smearing it into her hair and face… didn’t eat a bite. I spent most of the day reflecting on how my life has gone since that sunny day last year. I was too tired for any epiphanies (yes, I woke up tired). But I did manage to think of some things. First of all, I’m fucking exhausted. I go to work all day and get worn out. Then, I come home and get even more worn out. The baby don’t want to hear about how hard my day was and my co-workers don’t want to hear how the baby had me up late. End result: tired as FUCK! Secondly, they say that having a baby girl softens men. I don’t think I’ve seen much of that. If anything I’m quicker to bear my teeth. I feel a little bit of an urge to protect my growing pack. If I had a little boy, I might not be so apt to wear my “protector” mask. The craz
Random Bloggings From a Random Black man.