I am home from work in “preparation” for the baby. What that has meant so far has been an inability to sleep in and downshift from my previous “work mode” pace. Normally this would translate to all sorts of cleaning and organizing at home. So far it’s been a lot of video games.

(And avoiding carpal tunnel.)

Unfortunately, it looks like I’m past the last mini-boss and moving on to the finale. Work was the last thing standing in the way between me and daddy world. I’m not scared, it’s just that up until yesterday it was all happening “after work.” I just needed to get through a few more weeks on the clock, then I could focus on all of that shit that’s coming afterward. Well, work is over. I no longer have that to run away to (or run from). I don’t have to think about anything else besides the Redhead, little Baby Girl Blogs, and ridding Skyrim of pesky dragons. Rise and fall, pesky dragons.

There are, of course, just a few more things to take care of: packing for the hospital, getting a baby monitor, and ridding my cabinet of rum. I’m not a rum guy, but over the years people have brought plenty of bottles over to my house and left them, seemingly in their own bid to ditch the suntan lotion flavored bile they had been stuck with themselves. We could use the cabinet space, and I for one will not start my tenure into parenthood denying my wife and daughter ample storage.

Drinking and video games: the pre-father’s best friends. Just let me have this for a bit, world. I’m bound for better days.