I think if my mother could see her granddaughter's hair most days, she would say "people will think you don't have a mother who loves you."
Nothing very exciting happened today. It actually bothers me a lot less than I thought it would how I am busy every minute and accomplish so very little.
I mean, it's taken some real getting used to the part where I have to, like, actually get ready to leave the house. Beyond brushing my teeth and putting on shoes. Remembering the diaper bag and putting pants on the baby and grabbing some conveyance so I won't have to keep her in my arms the whole time we're gone... that part has required adjusting.
Otherwise, we're really just having fun all the time. And when we're not, that usually ends in a nap (making sleep happen is the hardest part of the job right now), so I'm bound to get some sort of introvert-approved downtime pretty soon. And by then I'll think I've earned it.