I had a great blog that I wrote on my plane ride home on Friday morning. I showed Carrie while I was getting ready to post it and she declared that there was an awful lot of ranting about the government. You know, the same one that ruined the last eight years and is still nursing that hangover this year? She thought we may end up on McCarthy's list and be blackballed from working in the near future. In this economy we didn't want that so I set out to begin editing. Well, it turned out there was an awful lot of government ranting and to take it all out meant I was left with very little so I am starting over.
First things first, I was in Green Bay and one of my clients cancelled on me so I was afforded a few hours of free time and made my way over to historic Lambeau Field. It was about minus ten outside so we were living up to the billing of the frozen tundra. I was able to make it to the pro shop before closing so needless to say Quentin is all set for football season next year. That place is awesome. Even the hangers have the Packer G inscribed on them. (They wouldn't let me keep the hangers). We got some sweet Packer gear. There is a pub upstairs so I got to catch up on my favorite Wisco beer as well as fried cheese curds. You forget how good the cheese is. People make a lot of fun of you for being a cheesehead but I'd rather be a cheesehead then a cornhead. Cheese is much, much better and comes in a lot more variety. I cannot believe you can just run around in Lambeau but it's wide open to the public. Pretty neat. I recommend you go.
Upon returning to above freezing temps on Friday at the homestead we began the countdown to Quentin growing up and leaving the house. It used to be you had to wait until you were 18 or lied about your age and joined the military but in these economic times we need our children to forge their own lives a little earlier. So we spent the weekend cuddling, cooing, talking, spitting (new skill learned!) and generally being a family. The fateful day was this morning. We awoke at 3am to our house guest getting ready to catch their flight home. Who knew they even let planes fly that early? We went back to sleep and got up for real around 6am, which I guess is going to be our new starting time to get everyone ready and out of the house. We've been fortunate that we don't have to commute during rush hour. You can cross that dandy off the list. We are official commuters. Has anyone seen Office Space? That opening scene where the dude is in the car rapping along to his CD sitting in bumper to bumper traffic beating the hell out of his steering wheel because a 110 year old man complete with walker is passing his car on the sidewalk beside him - well, that's what driving in rush hour is like in Tampa. Yes! We are part of the status quo!
No tears were shed on the way there in the car. Jimmy Buffett was playing on the stereo. He's sort of uplifting in your time of need. (It's 5 O'clock somewhere, right)? We did take a few photos of mom and baby before leaving to feed the constant need of mapping Q's all too fast growth. The mood was silent. You could hear a pin drop. It was sort of like when you got picked up from school, before it was out, because you just got suspended and your parents hadn't slammed the iron fist of discipline down on you yet, but you knew it was coming so it was eerily, scarily quiet. That has happened to you, right? Well, we were all sort of afraid of each other. No one wanted to upset anyone else so we sat silently in the car as the sun rose on the horizon without even so much as giving any one of the numerous people cutting us off the bird that so clearly deserved it.
We arrived at the daycare. It was go time. We either sucked it up right now, wrote a way too large check and dropped our son off or quit our jobs, ran back to the car, withdrew all of our savings and immediately made a bee line for the Keys. I tried. The wife didn't go for it. We could've been hippies for life. The Q has the hair for it... We went in and I was holding Quentin and they immediately sent us to the nursery. Carrie was going over the particulars with the teacher while I held a very happy, smiling Quentin, which made me feel really guilty like you're telling your dog you are taking him to the park only to drop him off at the vet to get neutered. When it was time to go and we were stalling a little bit, I couldn't take it any more. I gave him to Care to say good-bye, which meant tears were welling up and I just had to get out of there. It makes you feel like you just sold your kid on the black market for a goat or something. You're getting screwed! I tore out of there and Carrie was not too far behind. The drive home was similar to the ride there. We had a rush of emotions. Do you think it's possible to convince our employer that it makes a lot more sense to take Carrie's salary give it to me, allow her to quit and they would be better off? I actually tried the sell at my 2:30 with my boss. He laughed. Well, at least we got smiles out of it.
First things first, I was in Green Bay and one of my clients cancelled on me so I was afforded a few hours of free time and made my way over to historic Lambeau Field. It was about minus ten outside so we were living up to the billing of the frozen tundra. I was able to make it to the pro shop before closing so needless to say Quentin is all set for football season next year. That place is awesome. Even the hangers have the Packer G inscribed on them. (They wouldn't let me keep the hangers). We got some sweet Packer gear. There is a pub upstairs so I got to catch up on my favorite Wisco beer as well as fried cheese curds. You forget how good the cheese is. People make a lot of fun of you for being a cheesehead but I'd rather be a cheesehead then a cornhead. Cheese is much, much better and comes in a lot more variety. I cannot believe you can just run around in Lambeau but it's wide open to the public. Pretty neat. I recommend you go.
Upon returning to above freezing temps on Friday at the homestead we began the countdown to Quentin growing up and leaving the house. It used to be you had to wait until you were 18 or lied about your age and joined the military but in these economic times we need our children to forge their own lives a little earlier. So we spent the weekend cuddling, cooing, talking, spitting (new skill learned!) and generally being a family. The fateful day was this morning. We awoke at 3am to our house guest getting ready to catch their flight home. Who knew they even let planes fly that early? We went back to sleep and got up for real around 6am, which I guess is going to be our new starting time to get everyone ready and out of the house. We've been fortunate that we don't have to commute during rush hour. You can cross that dandy off the list. We are official commuters. Has anyone seen Office Space? That opening scene where the dude is in the car rapping along to his CD sitting in bumper to bumper traffic beating the hell out of his steering wheel because a 110 year old man complete with walker is passing his car on the sidewalk beside him - well, that's what driving in rush hour is like in Tampa. Yes! We are part of the status quo!
No tears were shed on the way there in the car. Jimmy Buffett was playing on the stereo. He's sort of uplifting in your time of need. (It's 5 O'clock somewhere, right)? We did take a few photos of mom and baby before leaving to feed the constant need of mapping Q's all too fast growth. The mood was silent. You could hear a pin drop. It was sort of like when you got picked up from school, before it was out, because you just got suspended and your parents hadn't slammed the iron fist of discipline down on you yet, but you knew it was coming so it was eerily, scarily quiet. That has happened to you, right? Well, we were all sort of afraid of each other. No one wanted to upset anyone else so we sat silently in the car as the sun rose on the horizon without even so much as giving any one of the numerous people cutting us off the bird that so clearly deserved it.
We arrived at the daycare. It was go time. We either sucked it up right now, wrote a way too large check and dropped our son off or quit our jobs, ran back to the car, withdrew all of our savings and immediately made a bee line for the Keys. I tried. The wife didn't go for it. We could've been hippies for life. The Q has the hair for it... We went in and I was holding Quentin and they immediately sent us to the nursery. Carrie was going over the particulars with the teacher while I held a very happy, smiling Quentin, which made me feel really guilty like you're telling your dog you are taking him to the park only to drop him off at the vet to get neutered. When it was time to go and we were stalling a little bit, I couldn't take it any more. I gave him to Care to say good-bye, which meant tears were welling up and I just had to get out of there. It makes you feel like you just sold your kid on the black market for a goat or something. You're getting screwed! I tore out of there and Carrie was not too far behind. The drive home was similar to the ride there. We had a rush of emotions. Do you think it's possible to convince our employer that it makes a lot more sense to take Carrie's salary give it to me, allow her to quit and they would be better off? I actually tried the sell at my 2:30 with my boss. He laughed. Well, at least we got smiles out of it.
Rough, to drop your kid off at daycare. I don't really see that getting any easier either. (Maybe when he's a teenager). Tomorrow's another day and hopefully by the end of the week we won't need therapy. I hope we figure something out because when he came home he was jaded. Granted, it was only for a little bit but he was definitely upset we left him with strangers for the day. He also smelled like perfume. I need my son to be all man here so we need to knock that off. He did have a blow out on his teacher so that made us feel better. We feel like we're sort of getting our money's worth. He also came home with someone's bottle. They tell you to label everything and I do mean everything. We're talking socks here folks and then he comes home with a bottle labeled Jake. Um, hello? Jake doesn't sound like Quentin does it? They are spelled similarily though, right? Geez, I thought this place was called the learning center!?!?
We made it through day one, but only because we have lots of pictures to surround ourselves with when he's not here. These are two of my favorites.
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