Kim Mills: Supergirl.

Kim is amazing.

About 6 weeks ago she pops out this beautiful baby, and between then and today she’s gotten what? 3 hours of consecutive sleep? At the most? Lemme tell you, it ain’t much.

But is she grouchy? Does she wander about the day aimlessly in an Oscar funk, ready to bite the heads off of Kyler and I as we pass by? No. No, she doesn’t.

She sweet, and patient, and still has the time to bring home the bacon AND fry it up in the pan! (Granted, I know many who would argue that that’s not such a good thing… what with the indestructible parasites or whatnot…).

Point being: she is amazing. She is a constant source of inspiration to me, because she shows me that we don’t have to wallow in our humanity and physical limitations.

I like sleep. I really, really like to rest, to relax. I sleep so deeply I’ve even made the mistake of getting up in the morning and asking “Did he sleep through the night?” (only to have her shoot semi-nasty daggers in my general direction). When I don’t get enough sleep, I DO get a little grouchy. Nasty. Oscar.

So when I see her taking it all in stride, with all the c-rap she puts up with (mainly from having two other boys to contend with in the house), I smile. And I take note: “B…e… m…o…r…e… like… K…i…m….”

That Kim. She’s something else.

Kevin