Fuck it.

I'm tired. My back hurts. My ears are bleeding. I'm thirsty, out of shape and tired...did I mention that yet? I can't recall, sleep dep has me wondering where the hell I am most of the time lately.

The house is never clean. Dishes and laundry provide good sources for cutting my mountaineering and alpinism teeth. I don't remember the last good poo I had.

Sex happens...on tv and as often as the new moon...by the way, the moon has some degree of resposibility for this entire situation.

Mountain biking, rock climbing, skiing, camping, MNF, and any other previous pursuits and endeavors are long lost.

Suki is right there with me...but apparently she has more of what it takes to deal and remain optimistic about a wailing 10 week old. I remind her that we shall soon be back on rock and on the trails, but honestly I know this could just be a pipe dream.

Q: What happens when you have an infant?
A: Nothin'

You try to keep up, which equals staying behind on everything. Minds, bodies and spirits are tested, tempers flare BUT...

It's worth it. To be right there, together, learning, supporting and loving.

I entered this relationship, carefully, ask a Suki, I tend to overthink. But I know with all of my heart that I want to be with a Suki and raise a family, together forever. Aside from an occasional shiv to the thigh and perhaps a bout with optical bleeding, each morning I wake to see her sleeping beside me or nursing the anti-christ...I'm reassured we made the right choice.

Fuck the dishes. Fuck the laundry. Spending time with the Mrs. (*sort of), the Professor and the Monkey equals perfect.

Now, about that climbing and biking....