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Friend's B-day party |
I solo parented this past week and I don't know how any single parents can make it through a week much less a year or a lifetime. Sheesh. You're up at 4-5 am and you sit down around 9:30 pm. And as soon as your comfy rear hits the couch you realize you don't even want to be sitting on the couch. You want your booty in bed because you see the clock, do the math and know you have to get up at 5 am again tomorrow, and the next day and the next day and the next day. You try really hard to not think about the fact your wife is enjoying Will.i.am and her favorite band, Metallica. It's fine. She should enjoy a little headbanger's ball once in a while too.
After the first exhausting day I knew I was going to have to reach deeper if I had any hope of surviving munchkins v. dad II. By the second day I realized consistency is key. I cheated a bit too. Chef boy R dad served up some succulent frozen pizza on day 1. Bon appetit! My coworkers lobbied for McDonald's for night number two but I knew I could do better than that. I did the only thing possible. I left work 90 minutes early so I would have time to cook something before the boys finished school. I still barely had the ridiculously delicious cheese and noodle casserole (and no that's not code for macN'cheese. It was better than that.) on the table by dinner time. It's impossible to hang on to two kids and cook at the same time. Impossible. It's no different than cooking with no arms. (I'm sure there are great no arm cooks out there. No offense meant).
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Mobile! - loves all things Lucky including his bed |
By day three I had this thing totally mastered. It was like Camp Pendelton and I had a couple of grunts working for me. The boys were on a regimented schedule and unless you like a clean house I was dominating single parenthood. I was still working 9 hours a day, and up for another 20 but bottles were getting washed, dinner was getting served, baths were being handed out and I still managed to find the time to win a charity golf tournament during the day on Thursday with my trusty teammates. I'm awful so they carried me but we still won and I had a handful of nice shots in there. Yup, things were rolling by day four. Carrie finally decided depart the west coast choosing a red eye home. Ugh. I can't believe there is enough people wanting to take those flights. They are brutal. She got home shortly after we took off for the day. It was nice to have her back and we took the long weekend to re-energize and just relax.
The weather was freezing here this weekend. I woke up to 46 this morning and we have more of the same tonight. Yowsers. The heat index was 105 on Thursday when we were on the course. So we're talking three days and 60 degrees. I believe that was September 1 and we set a record high than yesterday we set a record low. Seriously who can take this kind of weather drama? Doesn't everyone have enough drama without the weather chiming in? I can't imagine what it's like to be a farmer glued to the TV where a 23 year old weather gal that basically gets away with saying anything, because let's face it - it could snow tomorrow or be 110. Last night she was blabbing about how it hasn't been in the 40s since May. So, you're saying it's only nice here for maybe 90 days a year? Rrrrrrrrrrrrright. It rained so hard on Saturday, opening day in earnest for college football, that every game worth watching was rained out during the day (Iowa V. high school team, South Florida v. Notre Dame (first upset of the season) and whoever Michigan played). I can't recall a game ever being rained out. I'm sure it's happened but what was a fella to do? I was out on a man-date with a buddy trying to regain some testosterone after a long week with the kiddos and we're watching reruns of last season. Unbelievable!
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It's 5 O'clock somewhere |
The boys are doing fairly well. Gavin is still struggling a bit. He can't seem to kick these fairly minor issues and they escalate into more serious problems. We are digging deep into research on putting in tubes and other alternatives. Something has to give because he can't put a month together of being healthy. He had another day of a high fever this weekend and has a persistent cough with lots of wheezing. He's sleeping okay and I hope he's feeling better for school tomorrow. He's moving around and starting to say more words. He's working on bah and bye-bye. He's got the wave down and he's good at shaking his head no like are the Bears going to win 5 games this season (wagging his head no- see he's doing it right now)? Sorry Bears' fans. Wait he's doing it about the Vikings too. Well, ya, they wear purple.
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Promoted to 3s room! |
We told Quinny we would take him to the magic kingdom for his birthday. Might have been a little early for that. It's pretty much all he talks about. Dad, we're going to the clubhouse right? For roll call? Ah, ya, something like that. Then he whispers, "meeska, mouska, Mickey MOUSE!" Oh boy, Mickey better show. He's also obsessed with his cake. He gives us a daily update on what he wants on his cake. Tha
t may be tricky too as he's thrown so many ideas out who knows if we're going to get it right. I hope we nail it. C'mon buddy consistency! He's also massive. We checked his height and he's just short of 40 inches. He's really going to be a monster. He told me the other night during bedtime routine he didn't want to be tall. I explained to him it was going to be really hard to play any kind of professional sports if he wasn't tall so I think that helped. He's pretty decent about hitting a ball pitched to him with a bat from maybe 5-6 feet. He's not clearing fences but making regular contact. Baseball seems the safest and no salary cap!!
When I picked the boys up one day last week there was an organized soccer pamphlet to sign him up for. I went home and threw it away without reading it, thinking to myself my kid is two. Really? The next day as I was driving to daycare to pick the boys up I was thinking to myself, "What would Carrie do?" Then I recalled Tiger Woods was playing golf at two. Then I started digging through the garbage trying to find that pamphlet. That might have been a daddy-oops in all that dad had going on. But alas I couldn't find it. There really isn't any money in soccer these days so I'm probably okay. (Quinny, don't read this when you're older if baseball, football and basketball don't work out).
We hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday weekend.
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