This is IT. The last full day that I'm a single parent. Tomorrow our Queen comes home!
I'm not sure if I was in denial or if I'm getting worn down by the kids. They are starting to bug me. And I'm bugging them. They've released the "idontlikes" on me. For 14 days, things went amazingly well. But today, the fighting has begun.
First of all, I'm definitely part of the problem. Letting an eight year old watch hockey until 11:20 is not a good idea, even if it does make him happy at the time. I've repaid that debt today.
Second of all, the kids are getting tired of eating down the stored food supply. As the pickins get slimmer, the kids get whinier. Today the whining was based on the lack of snacks we had in the pantry. According to both kids, snacks that no one likes means nothing to eat. I asked, pleaded, begged, and cried for them to eat up the remaining crappy snacks we had left so that mommy could go buy the good stuff again. But alas, I am but one man, and the kids can see through my weakness. They know their saviour will be home tomorrow and all that is wrong with the world will be righted again upon the royal return of the Beautiful Highness.
The dog tried to commit suicide! Things must be going downhill. She puked in her bed, on the kitchen floor, on the sofa, on the boy's favourite blanket and now on one of the chairs. She's still eating. Just to be safe, I will keep her out of the kennel for the night. She'll sleep near me where I can keep an eye on her.
There was an empty plastic wrapper on the floor. It looked like one of the candy wrappers you would get at the end of a restaurant meal. But when I looked closer, I saw little pebbles that looked like little clear marbles. The bag looked like something you'd find in a new jacket pocket. I don't know where this bag came from but the dog ate it. She probably wanted to end her life. She has no reason to live without her mommy and sleeping in a kennel every night is no way to sleep for a royal princess.
We spoke to the Queen as she was waiting for a taxi to bring her to the airport. She's tired and can't wait to get home. She's got 24 hours of flying and hanging around in airports. If she's tired now, wait until we pick her up tomorrow. She's gonna be exhausted, with two little kids wanting to catch up on the lack of attention.
I'm done. Things are starting to piss me off. I want to go back to work and not have to worry about supper, laundry, dog puke and bed times. It will be nice to see my Queen.
I miss her a lot.
I wonder if she misses me at all...
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Trading my fake job for my real job: Day 14
I had the best sleep last night. Probably had something to do with no 3 am whining wake up calls from the dog. Nevertheless the day started with me waking up from a dream where I was putting the dog out for a pee. Coming into consciousness, I remembered putting her in the garage last night. So I hustled downstairs not worrying about a t-shirt nor socks. She needs to go outside. She was happy to see me and rushed to the front door. Once she was outside, it gave me a chance to do my business. I hear a bark, followed by a double bark, followed by a triple bark. Rushing to the door, barely getting my shorts back on, the only thought is that someone is walking on the road and the dog is sprinting toward them. When I get to the door, she's ten feet away looking off to the left, bouncing as she takes every threatening bark. She doesn't come to my command, which isn't surprising. I have to break her concentration so I clap my hands, shout her name, whistle but to no avail. I'm getting cold. Yet she's focused on something. Probably a raven, I think to myself. She bolts across the lawn to the left of the driveway. The side of the house obscures my view, so I step out onto the cold cement step to peer off to the left. There's a massive raccoon to the left of the driveway and my 15 pound dog has decided to chase it down. In a pair of shorts, I sprint barefoot out the driveway to stop my puppy from getting her life clawed out. Stupid dog probably thinks the raccoon is another defenseless declawed kitty like her friend in the house.
I convince the dog that this animal is not worth her time. She'd kick this kitty's ass. "Come on, now, leave him alone, he's not worth it." I must have said something that broke her focus. Maybe it was the yelling at this early morning hour that surely woke the neighborhood, but in either case, she agreed and we ran back to the house together. Only when I get back inside that I realize that I was barefoot and bare chest on this chilly April morning. My feet started hurting from the little pebbles trying to penetrate the epidermus of the soles of my feet. With the adrenaline rush of chasing my guard dog, I was not cold until I got back into the house.
Today is clean-up day part two. My queen will be home in two days and I must make her castle look as good as it was before she left. So after the kids are fed, I take upon the task of completing my cleaning list.
The boy liked the fact there was more time for playing today.
The girl drew pictures most of the day.
Supper was another hit. My mom taught me that everything is better deep fried. So I took some fish that no one would eat but me, rolled it in batter and deep fried it to everyone's demand for more. I gained 4 pounds while our queen was away and we never ate in a restaurant once. I definitely don't make the same nutritious meals that mommy makes.
The boy wanted to watch his favourite hockey team play in tonight's playoffs, so once again he went for a 6 pm nap. I woke him up at 8 pm to watch the game. At one point, we were snuggling on the sofa, watching the game and drinking our beers, when I rubbed his head and told him I loved him. He straightened up, turned to me and said, "I know". Wanting to know how an eight year old sees love, I asked him how he knew. His answer created a tear out of the corner of my left eye. "Because you tell me almost every day".
Despite all the shit we go through, all the discipline, all the disappointments, my boy knows I love him because he says I tell him almost every day. He couldn't have made my day any better with that.
The game went into overtime. There's no way we're going to stay up and watch the extra period or periods. It's a school night. So I offer the boy a solution. We go to my bedroom, turn on the TV and lay in bed. With a suitable solution, we go to bed. About 20 minutes go by, as I wander off to never never land, the boy shouts in joy. His team has scored the game winning goal. Great, now we can turn off the TV and go to sleep. He accepts my offer to sleep with me tonight, so away we go together to our independent dream worlds.
I convince the dog that this animal is not worth her time. She'd kick this kitty's ass. "Come on, now, leave him alone, he's not worth it." I must have said something that broke her focus. Maybe it was the yelling at this early morning hour that surely woke the neighborhood, but in either case, she agreed and we ran back to the house together. Only when I get back inside that I realize that I was barefoot and bare chest on this chilly April morning. My feet started hurting from the little pebbles trying to penetrate the epidermus of the soles of my feet. With the adrenaline rush of chasing my guard dog, I was not cold until I got back into the house.
Today is clean-up day part two. My queen will be home in two days and I must make her castle look as good as it was before she left. So after the kids are fed, I take upon the task of completing my cleaning list.
The boy liked the fact there was more time for playing today.
The girl drew pictures most of the day.
Supper was another hit. My mom taught me that everything is better deep fried. So I took some fish that no one would eat but me, rolled it in batter and deep fried it to everyone's demand for more. I gained 4 pounds while our queen was away and we never ate in a restaurant once. I definitely don't make the same nutritious meals that mommy makes.
The boy wanted to watch his favourite hockey team play in tonight's playoffs, so once again he went for a 6 pm nap. I woke him up at 8 pm to watch the game. At one point, we were snuggling on the sofa, watching the game and drinking our beers, when I rubbed his head and told him I loved him. He straightened up, turned to me and said, "I know". Wanting to know how an eight year old sees love, I asked him how he knew. His answer created a tear out of the corner of my left eye. "Because you tell me almost every day".
Despite all the shit we go through, all the discipline, all the disappointments, my boy knows I love him because he says I tell him almost every day. He couldn't have made my day any better with that.
The game went into overtime. There's no way we're going to stay up and watch the extra period or periods. It's a school night. So I offer the boy a solution. We go to my bedroom, turn on the TV and lay in bed. With a suitable solution, we go to bed. About 20 minutes go by, as I wander off to never never land, the boy shouts in joy. His team has scored the game winning goal. Great, now we can turn off the TV and go to sleep. He accepts my offer to sleep with me tonight, so away we go together to our independent dream worlds.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Trading my fake job for my real job: Day 13
Second Saturday of my single parent life means today is the day I get to do the work I will never get paid for. But it has to be done so I start my workday at 9 am. The kids entertain themselves so I'm left to clean, clean, clean. This is more spring cleaning than anything else, but it is going to be so worth it.
Around three in the afternoon, we decide to hit the local ice cream shop that has reopened to the nice weather. The kids sucker me into buying a medium sized cone for each of them. I haven't spent much time with them today, so to compensate for my lack of time, I buy their love with an extra scoop of frozen sugared cream. There's no way they are gonna eat the mountain of sugar so we get an accompanying bowl so I don't have to do more cleaning in the car afterwards.
We bring the car to the car wash and give it a soapy shower to surprise our Queen upon her arrival. Then we slip over to the grocery store to pick up some bathroom cleaner. Nothing smells better than a clean bathroom. Gotta show mommy that we've worked hard while she was away.
But before we can get the bathroom cleaner, the boy declares that he has too much ice cream. Luckily I didn't buy any for me. His scoop and a half has become my treat for working so hard today. But it means I have to eat it before we go inside or the dog, who we've brought along for our adventure, will surely eat it or spill it. So we spend five minutes in the parking lot, while I devour the left over sugar cream. While in the car, our daughter and I realize that sugar has affected the boy more than usual. He is bouncing from one seat to another and he's not listening. Going into the grocery store was interesting. He was grabbing things off the shelves like a two year old. I was constantly reminding him to keep up or put that back or don't touch that.
Getting back to the car after purchasing the needed supplies, our daughter immediately opens the door to an awaiting, happy puppy, who decides that she's not going to be locked up for another second. She escapes the vehicle and runs around the car to greet me on the driver's side. Luckily, she doesn't run around the parking lot and also as lucky there wasn't any traffic at the moment of her escape. Worried, I pick up the dog and jump back into the car. Another close call...
Then as we're leaving the parking lot, the boy asks if I will play hockey with him. I explain to him that I have to make supper first. I'm tired. I'm losing my patience and I'm hungry. The trinity of potential pissed off-ness. Then he activates the trinity by saying, "Well this is just another junk day."
I lost it on him asking where ice cream, playing with the water hose, getting his bike out and some of the other little things we did ranked on his junk day. He never said a word the rest of the way home. About an hour later, he came to see me and sincerely apologized. This is the second apology I've received from my children since the Queen started cruising South America. I'm liking this new attitude. His little remark lost his hockey viewing priveleges, so he was working hard to get them back.
In the end, he got them back. Remember, I just want to be a good dad. I made my point. And we'll all friends again.
The rest of the night was great. No other issues. We did play a bit later that night.
I put in a big day. Don't want to say what I did in case the Queen reads the blog.
The puppy got another kennel night. She's getting frustrated with her nightly prison. Tonight she started whining and scratching at the door when I was putting the kids to bed. No patience to outlast the painful cries of a lonely dog, I put the kennel in the garage. It's not that cold anymore. If she wants to pull this spoiled dog crap, she can do it where no one will here her.
Around three in the afternoon, we decide to hit the local ice cream shop that has reopened to the nice weather. The kids sucker me into buying a medium sized cone for each of them. I haven't spent much time with them today, so to compensate for my lack of time, I buy their love with an extra scoop of frozen sugared cream. There's no way they are gonna eat the mountain of sugar so we get an accompanying bowl so I don't have to do more cleaning in the car afterwards.
We bring the car to the car wash and give it a soapy shower to surprise our Queen upon her arrival. Then we slip over to the grocery store to pick up some bathroom cleaner. Nothing smells better than a clean bathroom. Gotta show mommy that we've worked hard while she was away.
But before we can get the bathroom cleaner, the boy declares that he has too much ice cream. Luckily I didn't buy any for me. His scoop and a half has become my treat for working so hard today. But it means I have to eat it before we go inside or the dog, who we've brought along for our adventure, will surely eat it or spill it. So we spend five minutes in the parking lot, while I devour the left over sugar cream. While in the car, our daughter and I realize that sugar has affected the boy more than usual. He is bouncing from one seat to another and he's not listening. Going into the grocery store was interesting. He was grabbing things off the shelves like a two year old. I was constantly reminding him to keep up or put that back or don't touch that.
Getting back to the car after purchasing the needed supplies, our daughter immediately opens the door to an awaiting, happy puppy, who decides that she's not going to be locked up for another second. She escapes the vehicle and runs around the car to greet me on the driver's side. Luckily, she doesn't run around the parking lot and also as lucky there wasn't any traffic at the moment of her escape. Worried, I pick up the dog and jump back into the car. Another close call...
Then as we're leaving the parking lot, the boy asks if I will play hockey with him. I explain to him that I have to make supper first. I'm tired. I'm losing my patience and I'm hungry. The trinity of potential pissed off-ness. Then he activates the trinity by saying, "Well this is just another junk day."
I lost it on him asking where ice cream, playing with the water hose, getting his bike out and some of the other little things we did ranked on his junk day. He never said a word the rest of the way home. About an hour later, he came to see me and sincerely apologized. This is the second apology I've received from my children since the Queen started cruising South America. I'm liking this new attitude. His little remark lost his hockey viewing priveleges, so he was working hard to get them back.
In the end, he got them back. Remember, I just want to be a good dad. I made my point. And we'll all friends again.
The rest of the night was great. No other issues. We did play a bit later that night.
I put in a big day. Don't want to say what I did in case the Queen reads the blog.
The puppy got another kennel night. She's getting frustrated with her nightly prison. Tonight she started whining and scratching at the door when I was putting the kids to bed. No patience to outlast the painful cries of a lonely dog, I put the kennel in the garage. It's not that cold anymore. If she wants to pull this spoiled dog crap, she can do it where no one will here her.
Trading my fake job for my real job: Day 12
The Queen emailed us. I could see her tears in her response to our funny video. The kids are starting to miss her. Later on that night, she Skyped us. The kids were competing for the screen and a fight almost broke out as they talked to their mother. Luckily, mommy's internet connection was very good. Her video was choppy so she didn't see the war that was about to erupt. Or she was just so happy to see us, she just ignored it.
Our daughter is still sick and may be getting worse. She didn't want to get up this morning. When I finally woke her up, she covered her face in her blankets and exclaimed that she didn't sleep much. Oh, oh! I can't afford a sick kid staying home from school. With no fever, she went to school and had a good day otherwise.
Our son watched his second playoff hockey game. Wearing his Montreal Canadien jersey, he watched every move as if he were a scout, chomping on his popcorn and sipping on his beer. Don't worry mommy, it was the Root kind. His grandfather called to tease him when the opposing team scored. The teasing didn't phase him and he insisted that we call him back when his team scored. It's a lot of fun watching hockey with him. I have seen more complete games with my boy than I have otherwise watched in five years. We have real father/son moments when we sit down, watch some puck and drink some beer.
Dog got another kennel night. She started yapping immediately this time, but quickly calmed down when she realized that no one was coming to save her. Her saviour is 5000 miles away and she can't hear her.
Our daughter is still sick and may be getting worse. She didn't want to get up this morning. When I finally woke her up, she covered her face in her blankets and exclaimed that she didn't sleep much. Oh, oh! I can't afford a sick kid staying home from school. With no fever, she went to school and had a good day otherwise.
Our son watched his second playoff hockey game. Wearing his Montreal Canadien jersey, he watched every move as if he were a scout, chomping on his popcorn and sipping on his beer. Don't worry mommy, it was the Root kind. His grandfather called to tease him when the opposing team scored. The teasing didn't phase him and he insisted that we call him back when his team scored. It's a lot of fun watching hockey with him. I have seen more complete games with my boy than I have otherwise watched in five years. We have real father/son moments when we sit down, watch some puck and drink some beer.
Dog got another kennel night. She started yapping immediately this time, but quickly calmed down when she realized that no one was coming to save her. Her saviour is 5000 miles away and she can't hear her.
Friday, April 17, 2015
Trading my fake job for my real job: Day 11
The boy woke up 20 minutes late. He was poopy tired, but happy he got to see the game last night. Breakfast was again a joke. No major problems and they got to school on time again.
With a couple of great meetings in the city, I was able to get some work done and still be a fulltime parent who was home when the kids got off the education factory's taxi service.
Supper and homework was also easy. The kids got it off lucky tonight. I had some work I wanted to catch up on so they were able to do what they wanted for three hours.
At 8pm, they both had their showers. I went for a run on the treadmill while the boy watched hockey and the girl watched something else on the other TV. Remember when most homes had only one television. And there were only three channels on the dial. I'm not sure how we survived with so few choices, let alone no remote control.
When I finished running on the spot, I put the kids to bed.
Bedtime was also easy, peezy. Mommy sent an email saying she loved us all. So we replied with a video message just before bedtime. Kids were crazy funny. I'm sure the Queen will cry when she sees it.
My mom left for Mexico today, so now my backup support is gone. Let's hope there are no surprises for five more sleeps.
Time to watch a bit of hockey before putting the dog in her kennel for the night. This will be three nights of kennel sleeping. No more messes on the floor. But she wakes us up consistently at 3am and 7am just as timely as an alarm clock.
As cute as she is, I hate the dog.
With a couple of great meetings in the city, I was able to get some work done and still be a fulltime parent who was home when the kids got off the education factory's taxi service.
Supper and homework was also easy. The kids got it off lucky tonight. I had some work I wanted to catch up on so they were able to do what they wanted for three hours.
At 8pm, they both had their showers. I went for a run on the treadmill while the boy watched hockey and the girl watched something else on the other TV. Remember when most homes had only one television. And there were only three channels on the dial. I'm not sure how we survived with so few choices, let alone no remote control.
When I finished running on the spot, I put the kids to bed.
Bedtime was also easy, peezy. Mommy sent an email saying she loved us all. So we replied with a video message just before bedtime. Kids were crazy funny. I'm sure the Queen will cry when she sees it.
My mom left for Mexico today, so now my backup support is gone. Let's hope there are no surprises for five more sleeps.
Time to watch a bit of hockey before putting the dog in her kennel for the night. This will be three nights of kennel sleeping. No more messes on the floor. But she wakes us up consistently at 3am and 7am just as timely as an alarm clock.
As cute as she is, I hate the dog.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Trading my fake job for my real job: Day 10
Two thirds of the way there. When my kids were babies, just when I got too comfortable with a situation, they would change the rules to mess me all up. All kids are like that. Get used to them crawling around and then they start walking. Get used to getting up with them every four hours and then they sleep through the night.
Ten days into my new found comfort zone and my daughter woke up with a sore throat. It looks like a cold may be making its way through her body. It shouldn't be a surprise since she's come home three times without a coat in 6 degree weather.
I remember once I went to the Caribbean in January and all the Canadians were swimming in what the locals thought was cold water. The locals were all wearing light jackets and long pants, while we were running around shirtless.
I thought I was going to get a whiny girl who may try to take a day off school. I tried to give her echinacea but she was scared to swallow the mammoth cylinder. She wouldn't swallow it but instead wanted to chew it like gum. The look on her face was not surprising. Chasing the herbal taste with a litre of water, she vowed never to take another herbal pill again.
She took extra long to get ready this morning. Her bored brother decided to shoot some hoops instead of waiting. Insisting that everyone wear a jacket, two upset kids dragged their feet and wasted their time while I impatiently waited in the car with the dog.
15 minutes late, we showed up to the factory to drop off the little workers.
Kids were great at supper. Another night lacking in the "idontlikes". I'm loving this new attitude. I'm wondering if it's because I'm such a great cook or if they are just being nice.
Our son asked if he could stay up late to watch the hockey game tonight. Playoffs start tonight and he's a bit a hockey nut. Agreeing to let him watch the game on the one condition that he take a nap from six until eight pm, he happily skips upstairs to change into his pyjamas.
Once I got him to bed, I came downstairs and couldn't find our daughter. She wasn't upstairs because I just came from there. She wasn't in the kitchen, tv room or livingroom. She never goes to the basement so I wondered where she was hiding. The only way I stay ahead of these kids is by preparing supper a night in advance. So I go out to the garage to get hamburg from the freezer for tomorrow night's meal.
To my amazement, our daughter is playing outside. To understand this better, this girl doesn't like fresh air. In the summertime, when we're flopping around the pool, she stays inside to read. When we ride our bikes, she watches tv. She NEVER goes outside on her own. But she's outside and no one asked her to go. She's wearing a sweater but it's not zipped up. Her cold is about to get worse, but I'm so happy to see her outside. I told my mom what happened. She thinks our daughter is starting to miss her mom.
Concerned about a mini depression settling in, I ask my beautiful daughter why she went outside on her own. Turns out she's not depressed. I asked her to unplug from all electronics before supper. She was bored and didn't want to read, so she went outside to chalk up the asphalt. If that's all it takes, I learned a new strategy for this summer.
Waking the boy up at eight pm, he confirms that he didn't sleep much. I might pay dearly for this decision tomorrow. He is happy and that makes me feel like I'm a good dad. Together we watch our beloved Montreal Canadiens win game one of the NHL playoffs. The game took a little more time to complete because of all the scoring and penalties in the second period. With 11 pm approaching, I was worried that there would be overtime. The game could go into the early morning. Prepping my son that after the third period, he would have to go to bed despite the score, it didn't look like I was going to get any pushback. He was lying into my chest, ready for bed. But he couldn't take his eyes of the television.
At 11 pm, we went to sleep and as I close my eyes, the only thing I pray for is that I don't get a grumpy kid the next morning. Only time will tell....
Ten days into my new found comfort zone and my daughter woke up with a sore throat. It looks like a cold may be making its way through her body. It shouldn't be a surprise since she's come home three times without a coat in 6 degree weather.
I remember once I went to the Caribbean in January and all the Canadians were swimming in what the locals thought was cold water. The locals were all wearing light jackets and long pants, while we were running around shirtless.
I thought I was going to get a whiny girl who may try to take a day off school. I tried to give her echinacea but she was scared to swallow the mammoth cylinder. She wouldn't swallow it but instead wanted to chew it like gum. The look on her face was not surprising. Chasing the herbal taste with a litre of water, she vowed never to take another herbal pill again.
She took extra long to get ready this morning. Her bored brother decided to shoot some hoops instead of waiting. Insisting that everyone wear a jacket, two upset kids dragged their feet and wasted their time while I impatiently waited in the car with the dog.
15 minutes late, we showed up to the factory to drop off the little workers.
Kids were great at supper. Another night lacking in the "idontlikes". I'm loving this new attitude. I'm wondering if it's because I'm such a great cook or if they are just being nice.
Our son asked if he could stay up late to watch the hockey game tonight. Playoffs start tonight and he's a bit a hockey nut. Agreeing to let him watch the game on the one condition that he take a nap from six until eight pm, he happily skips upstairs to change into his pyjamas.
Once I got him to bed, I came downstairs and couldn't find our daughter. She wasn't upstairs because I just came from there. She wasn't in the kitchen, tv room or livingroom. She never goes to the basement so I wondered where she was hiding. The only way I stay ahead of these kids is by preparing supper a night in advance. So I go out to the garage to get hamburg from the freezer for tomorrow night's meal.
To my amazement, our daughter is playing outside. To understand this better, this girl doesn't like fresh air. In the summertime, when we're flopping around the pool, she stays inside to read. When we ride our bikes, she watches tv. She NEVER goes outside on her own. But she's outside and no one asked her to go. She's wearing a sweater but it's not zipped up. Her cold is about to get worse, but I'm so happy to see her outside. I told my mom what happened. She thinks our daughter is starting to miss her mom.
Concerned about a mini depression settling in, I ask my beautiful daughter why she went outside on her own. Turns out she's not depressed. I asked her to unplug from all electronics before supper. She was bored and didn't want to read, so she went outside to chalk up the asphalt. If that's all it takes, I learned a new strategy for this summer.
Waking the boy up at eight pm, he confirms that he didn't sleep much. I might pay dearly for this decision tomorrow. He is happy and that makes me feel like I'm a good dad. Together we watch our beloved Montreal Canadiens win game one of the NHL playoffs. The game took a little more time to complete because of all the scoring and penalties in the second period. With 11 pm approaching, I was worried that there would be overtime. The game could go into the early morning. Prepping my son that after the third period, he would have to go to bed despite the score, it didn't look like I was going to get any pushback. He was lying into my chest, ready for bed. But he couldn't take his eyes of the television.
At 11 pm, we went to sleep and as I close my eyes, the only thing I pray for is that I don't get a grumpy kid the next morning. Only time will tell....
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Trading my fake job for my real job: Day 9
One week from today and the real Queen is back in the house!
The dog is starting to get on my nerves. Second day in a row she leaves me a huge steaming present on the floor. That's it. She's sleeping in her kennel tonight. Not sure if she's punishing us for losing her mommy or if she's just stupid.
I decided to cook a turkey today. I didn't realize how easy it was. Not sure what all the fuss is about cooking a big bird. I feel so accomplished.
While the kids were at the mini-factory today, I went to the city and had two great meetings. In the second meeting, I was talking to a colleague about how much food we have in our house. I spent $40 on groceries last week to get some milk, bread and fruit. Besides that, the three of us have eaten well. Every day, I pull something out of the freezer. There's still enough in there for two more weeks. I started to clean out the pantry today only to realize that we have enough food there to last us at least three more weeks. Why do we have so much food? Plus I have a cooked turkey that I have to freeze now. There's no way we're eating that much turkey in a week.
Our son went to his first basketball practice tonight. He was really nervous. There's no basketball at his school so we had to drive 20 minutes to a strange school where he didn't know anyone. And everyone spoke English, which is his second language. I could tell he was nervous because he was quiet for the entire drive. Plus he went outside after supper to practice his dribbling and shooting. He was one of the youngest kids but he hustled the hardest on the floor. Proud papa I am.
He liked it so much, he wants to go back next week. Unfortunately, next week we have a scheduling conflict. His mom's coming home at the same time as practice. I asked him what he wanted to do. He suggested leaving his mom at the airport until after practice. Don't think that's gonna fly with our queen.
Coming home from basketball, the smell of Christmas overtook our noses as we entered the side door. Our daughter complained about having to brush her teeth with a mint toothpaste. She reminded me that I'm a bad father for not getting her favourite toothpaste for a second day in a row. I promised I wouldn't forget again. First thing tomorrow I have to go to the pharmacy or forever be cast as that father who wouldn't buy the right kind of toothpaste. I'll never live it down.
Once the kids went to bed, I pulled the meat off my turkey. Writing those last words, my warped mind started to giggle. I actually de-boned my bird. Ha, ha. I can't stop. I must be getting tired. Or it's the red wine.
In seven more sleeps, my Queen comes home...
The dog is starting to get on my nerves. Second day in a row she leaves me a huge steaming present on the floor. That's it. She's sleeping in her kennel tonight. Not sure if she's punishing us for losing her mommy or if she's just stupid.
I decided to cook a turkey today. I didn't realize how easy it was. Not sure what all the fuss is about cooking a big bird. I feel so accomplished.
While the kids were at the mini-factory today, I went to the city and had two great meetings. In the second meeting, I was talking to a colleague about how much food we have in our house. I spent $40 on groceries last week to get some milk, bread and fruit. Besides that, the three of us have eaten well. Every day, I pull something out of the freezer. There's still enough in there for two more weeks. I started to clean out the pantry today only to realize that we have enough food there to last us at least three more weeks. Why do we have so much food? Plus I have a cooked turkey that I have to freeze now. There's no way we're eating that much turkey in a week.
Our son went to his first basketball practice tonight. He was really nervous. There's no basketball at his school so we had to drive 20 minutes to a strange school where he didn't know anyone. And everyone spoke English, which is his second language. I could tell he was nervous because he was quiet for the entire drive. Plus he went outside after supper to practice his dribbling and shooting. He was one of the youngest kids but he hustled the hardest on the floor. Proud papa I am.
He liked it so much, he wants to go back next week. Unfortunately, next week we have a scheduling conflict. His mom's coming home at the same time as practice. I asked him what he wanted to do. He suggested leaving his mom at the airport until after practice. Don't think that's gonna fly with our queen.
Coming home from basketball, the smell of Christmas overtook our noses as we entered the side door. Our daughter complained about having to brush her teeth with a mint toothpaste. She reminded me that I'm a bad father for not getting her favourite toothpaste for a second day in a row. I promised I wouldn't forget again. First thing tomorrow I have to go to the pharmacy or forever be cast as that father who wouldn't buy the right kind of toothpaste. I'll never live it down.
Once the kids went to bed, I pulled the meat off my turkey. Writing those last words, my warped mind started to giggle. I actually de-boned my bird. Ha, ha. I can't stop. I must be getting tired. Or it's the red wine.
In seven more sleeps, my Queen comes home...
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