Father Doesn't Know Best

Previously, I wrote a blog post called "I Think My Baby Is Crazy", but upon further evaluation I believe that it may have been a misdiagnosis. In fact, I think that I'm actually the one going crazy, as a result of fatherhood.

Prior to becoming a father I liked to think of my self as a relatively intelligent man, with a...uh...good...words in my head. (I'm drawing a blank on the word I want to use!) But lately I have been feeling the IQ points fly right out of my ears.

At first, I assumed that my mind loss was a side effect of the sleep deprivation that I endured through the first few weeks of bringing my daughter home from the hospital, but now that she has been sleeping ten to twelve hours a night consistently for the past few months, I can hardly think that my sleep schedule is to blame.

For months now, there have been countless occasions when I have struggled to find the right words to complete my sentences. Even as I type this I keep pausing to remember the "big words" that I am looking for (and some of the small ones too!)

And, my absent mindedness hasn't been limted to a reduced vocabulary, I've also found myself forgetting some of the basic tasks in my daily schedule, like shaving or even forgetting to rinse the shampoo out of my hair before turning the water in the shower off.

On at least three occasions, I have made it all the way to work, and hour into my day, before realizing that I had neglected to feed myself breakfast before leaving the house!

I can't even begin to comprehend how I can forget to do something so vital to living as eating breakfast. Although, when my morning schedule involves waking up, feeding my daughter, taking a shower, prepping her diaper bag, getting her dressed, getting myself dressed, feeding her again, and getting out the door in time to take her to daycare and get myself to work on time, it's understandable that some things could get lost in the shuffle.

I'm confident, or at least hopeful, that my faculties will return to me at some point, because I don't remember my dad being very absent minded when I was growing up, so maybe there's still hope for me.

At the very least, I may have lost my mind, but I haven't lost my hair...yet.