Life falls into a similar, related, but new patterns of momentum. After Penelope’s birth, I returned to work. My absence was understood and my performance wasn’t docked. But I feel changed. Perhaps because my attention is split between work and my little impluse waiting for me at home.
I don’t have to be at work early, so my mornings are dedicated to the other artifact I’ve found, Penelople.
I spend far too much time wondering what she’ll be like when she grows up. Will she be as happy as she is now? Or will the reality of this world weigh on her soul as it does mine? But it is hard to be gloomy when she’s a daily reminder of untapped future.
Even when she’s woken me up at 3am screaming, I can’t stay mad at her. When she grabs my hand, it’s as if she’s grabbing my heart.
I started working in the UFO labs before I’d left on paternity leave. As a UFOlogist (level 6), I’m studying the recent connection we’ve been having with aliens. Although my work on momentum is still very important to me, for obvious reason, I want to know as much as I can about these visitors and the artifacts they leave behind.
We had some visitors at work the other day. I wanted to ask them about Penelope, but they were somewhat aloof, and kept to themselves.
It probably didn’t help that I reacted poorly to their refusal to answer basic questions. I just want to know how best to help my baby girl.
But it did answer my question, if you freeze someone they do eventually thaw out on their own without any more ill effects than a blue tinge.
Between work and Penelope I am exhausted and haven’t had a chance to pursue my own romantic whims. Most of my co-workers are either married, old, or alien. As much as I adore my little girl, I don’t think I’d want to experience that discomfort again.
For now I’ll continue at this pace of work and family, with occasional pauses in momentum.