Another Difficult Monday
Well Monday was another blow to my fatherhood self-esteem. Hallie went off to choir and 10 minutes later Jonah busted into some blood curdling screams. So I busted into action and checked all of the things that I have learned so far. Diaper, bored, clothing, cold, hot, hungry, too noisy, too quiet, rocking, jiggling, bouncing, swaying, Neglect-O-Matic... He went on for an hour and 40 minutes and I thought I was going to lose my mind. He became so distraught that all that crying worked him into a serious frenzy of flailing arms and even a hot and clammy head. That's when I called Hallie and left one of the most pathetic messages of my life. The most pathetic message being the time I called my dad from college bawling about my first girl friend cheating on me with her english TA. My dad rushed to my aid at 2 in the morning and brought me home. I spent the next 4 days at home with a broken heart and some good home cooked food. I wish Hallie had saved the message because I woul...