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AHHH!
Im about to rip my damn hair out. If I hear one more screamin baby I think I'll go insane. When one starts cryin the other starts! Its so loud, my head is still ringin. I need to be hooked up to a valium drip or somethin. How Trish can calmly do this is beyond me. They wake up half way through the night and she gets up like its no big deal. Then in the mornin while Im drownin my body in coffee, with giant bags under my eyes, she comes waltzin happily into the kitchen. Whatever drug shes on I want some. Dont get me wrong, I love the little shits to death. But I didnt think bein a daddy was gonna be so hard. Guess you were right Matt, I'll fall. But, I can pick myself back up and I will. I havent fallen far or hard at all. This is just a little adjustment. I wouldnt want to exchange my life for anything, I do love my baby girl and her little brother. And I love my beautiful, radiant wife. Im really lucky that I get to spend so much time with my children, I'll get to see their first step, hear their first word, everything. I'll be the proud father on the sidelines while they play soccer. I'll be the screamin dad when I teach them to drive. I'll be the cryin daddy when they graduate. 'll always be there for them. Now, with that said if anyone feels the need to babysit? You know my number.
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