I work 48 hours a week, Tuesday to Saturday. I realize a lot of people work a lot longer hours than I do, but for a guy who used to be a road sales rep, 48 hours is A LOT.After work, I go home. Every night. No going to the bar with the fellas, no weekly poker night, and no going to the batting cages to pretend I'm hitting them over the Monster at Fenway. I simply go home to be with my family.
Not because I have to. I go because there is no other place I'd rather be. I love spending time with my wife and kids, and other than Fenway Park I consider my home the closest thing to heaven on earth I've found.
With all that said, it's 9:50 pm. So far, Trot has gotten out of bed 6 times since his Mom put him to bed and the last time I had to threaten him with a beating not seen since Tek put his glove in Slappy's face in 2004. Rakes drank a glass of water right before he went to bed at 9:00 and he just got up for the 4th time to go to the bathroom. Ciera is in bed with a 100 degree fever and Ang is downstairs watching reruns of "Talk Soup" on E waiting for me to come down so we can talk about what happened today.
Meanwhile I'm at the computer, hoping I can win the stand off and she'll go to sleep before I have to come downstairs to pee or go to bed, whichever comes first.
So I ask you; is wanting to spend a few hours on the computer by myself too much to ask?
Meh. One day they'll all move away and I'll have all the time I want.
And I'll be praying for somebody to come ask me if they can go to the bathroom, have a drink of water, or will I tuck them back into bed.
My life is the definition of irony.
10 comments:
You can have a roommate who's getting drunk tonight. And not just drunk, super drunk. Thanks to me being home, I won't have to experience the super drunkenness going on in my room tonight.
So expect for the fever (=[), they COULD be doing that. Try and not think about that...For another few years or so.
Oh the wonderful college life. Now its back to homework. And not thinking to what I'm coming back to tomorrow.
You're lovin' every minute of it. You're just like me: it will be a blink and we'll be wishing for a little voice to wake us up in the middle of the night.
But what is this 100 degree fever you speak of? Am I going to have to put you all on quarantine tomorrow?
Keep your nose to the grindstone, Krystle. All the hard work you're doing now will eventually pay off.
Mattie, she'll miss out on seeing Hannah tomorrow. She's so mad she could spit nails, but she understands why.
And do you EVER answer your phone anymore? ;)
Tell C that we'll make it up to her somehow.
I figured as much.
Dink.
And she really does want to see Hannah. I hate she's sick, but what are you gonna do?
I imagine Ang will come over with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Chaos, and then I'll come by myself.
you'll miss them when they're gone
is it irony that your word verification is mulee? :)
Believe me Tex, I know it.
Mulee?
Heh.
If you're not careful with all that peace and quiet talk you will wake up one day and Ciera will be 23 and the other 2 rascals won't be too far behind.
(which by the way , your favorite niece will be exactly that in 2 weeks from today!).
23 huh? Man, life really does come at you fast. I can remember Mom keeping you when you were just a baby. Man, I got old.
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