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How lucky I am

I cannot express how lucky I feel to get to hang out with C during the day three days a week.

Also, I cannot express how quickly I must work to catch up for the time I spend hanging out with C during the day three days a week.

Passed out drinking

This picture is completely unposed (and taken by my phone, obviously).

Wanting it both ways

All morning, I just wanted C to sleep. I had some stuff I needed to get done, and I had some (nonexistent) lunch I wanted to eat, and she wasn’t cooperating.

Now that she’s solidly asleep, though, I really want her to wake up. I haven’t seen my girl enough this week, after all.

Grumble

C has been wide-awake all morning. Not that I mind holding her, feeding her, or changing her, but that’s all I’ve done all day.

When she finally drifted off to sleep at the perfect time for lunch, I considered myself lucky … until I realized I only have soup but no bowl.

I now have to decide what to do. Do I put baby in the car and hit the local fast food joints? Or do I scrounge for popcorn and cheese and crackers?

I’m running on about four hours of sleep, ending at just after 4 this morning. I am not feeling chipper. I guess that’s why I forgot that I’d have to eat lunch today.

What to do, what to do.

Pretty much

C says: I don’t want to sleep! I want to do what you do. You just eat all day, right?

What to say?

This morning, I had one of those moments I live in fear of. What happened? This story happened, about a guy thrown in jail for having sex.

E: So what did he do?
Me: Um, nothing.
E: No, really, what’d he do?
Me: Well, nothing … it’s kinda complicated.
E: What?
Me: *sigh* He broke a bad law. It shouldn’t've even been a law.
E: What? Gay marriage?
Me: Um, no.
E: What?
Me: Well … he … um … did adult stuff … with his girlfriend. And that’s stupidly illegal in Georgia, and, um, have you brushed your teeth yet?

Psst … don’t tell Katie

… but while she’s gone, I’ve made the first fire of the year!

Ohmygoodness, I don’t think I could live without a fireplace.

Creek cleanup

Have I mentioned lately how proud I am of my step-kids?

E, J, her friend S, and I went down to the greenway in our neighborhood (in our back yard, too) and helped bag trash. In the span of about ninety minutes, the four of us filled about ten trash bags.

10 trash bags. 90 minutes. That’s just wrong. Sometimes I just don’t “get” people.

Anyway, the kids did great and didn’t complain a bit. E in particular ran from one piece of trash to the next and personally filled about 2 1/2 trash bags.

Home alone

I am home alone this weekend … all weekend, as of about 30 minutes ago. We hadn’t planned this, but it is what it is. Every year at this time, the family goes down to Bell Buckle to celebrate and remember Ward. Obviously, we’ve known a long time that we were going out of town this weekend.

But then life happened. Our outdoor cat (because he pees in the house), Moses, got into a fight this week and got his throat slashed. Yes, you read that right. It wasn’t pretty, but with modern veterinary care, it was hardly life threatening, either. But now he needs to stay inside and be looked after. He needs regular meds and he needs to have his wounds looked after. In short, he needs someone to stay with him.

That’s right; I’m home cat-sitting.

It’s weird. This is the most Katie and I have been apart since we were married just over a year ago. And this is certainly the longest I’ve been away from my daughter since she was born.

But I’m going to make the most of it. I’m going to clean the kitchen and try to deal with a gnat problem we’ve had lately (if I can get off the couch). I’m going to control the thermostat myself. And I’m going to have some wings and watch football.

I know. I’m living on the edge. Just call me Mr. Reckless.

Pumpkin seeds are addictive

Last night was the family’s grand pumpkin carving party. And today I’m eating roasted pumpkin seeds. But the seeds were overcooked and could’ve stood to cook with some olive oil or something. But yet I can’t put them down. I keep trying, just to find myself munching on them again just minutes later. Mmm.

Waiting to get sick

E came home sick this week. And now Katie’s sick. I have a niece in town from Mississippi, and Katie has decided she shouldn’t be around the sickness. And I guess I shouldn’t be around her, either. After all, would I want sick people around C?

So I’m now waiting to get sick; I can’t imagine I won’t. Every sneeze or cough is a sign that it’s here. Or maybe not.