time management? what is that?

Here is something that you under estimate when you bring a new little peanut home. No matter how much of an expert time management super hero you were prior to popping out the babe, you now fail miserably at the task. All of a sudden you are like "It's 1pm, shit I have not even looked in the mirror". I realize that I may be being slightly hard on myself, considering he is only a week old, and my insides are still stapled together, but that crazy German inside of me is aching to break free. My way to combat the crazy kraut is to just let her out in small explosions and to not let her take over my general persona. Some things you have to learn are not the end of the world, like a dish on the counter of a rolling tumble weed of dog hair.