Well, since I’ve been up since 3:15 a.m. (more on that in a minute), I really can’t give you more than a few random thoughts today.
Yeah, first of all, Aidan hasn’t adjusted to ‘falling back,’ so the last two mornings have had 5 a.m. wake up calls. And who knew it would be a joy to sleep until 5 a.m.? He’s got a cough going on, and he woke up at just about 3 — and wouldn’t go back down. So, since Renee’s doing the feeding thing with Erin and she’s got to get out of the house first, I took him downstairs and we simply watched TV until it was our ‘normal’ morning time. Needless to say, it’s 10:30 as I write this and I’m ready for, well, dinner.
I have to admit, I’m a little nervous. I’m guest blogging for Clink Thursday. Talk about pressure!
Apparently I’m a ‘buh-bye’ person. I hate those people. I hate hearing “mmm, buh-bye” at the end of a phone call. Just ‘bye’ please. And especially not “bye now.” I think that’s actually my biggest pet peeve. But, point is, apparently I said “mmm, buh-bye” twice on the phone this morning. Molly caught me each time. I’m blaming it on the wake up time.
Besides taking my son to Rattatouille (forgive the spelling if it’s wrong, again, 3:15 wake up), I can’t remember the last movie I saw in the theater.
Could my Pats really go 16-0?
I don’t feel 38. Heck, I don’t know what I feel, but I know it’s not 38.
Have I mentioned that Pushing Daisies is the best new show of the year? Oh, and have I mentioned that I love Kristin Chenoweth? Love. Heck, to all my 20-somethings, I might even lurve her. Le sigh.
Even before Molly gave her notice, I’m starting to get that overwhelmed feeling at work. Hate that.
Forty by 40 update. We’re not even a week in yet, but I do feel like I’m more aware of things than I have been in the past. I have a lot to learn (and a lot to lose), but I’m going one day at a time.
And, come on, tell me you’re not singing the theme song to One Day at a Time after the way that last paragraph ended. Wait a minute. Another twentysomething alert — how many of you even know what One Day at a Time actually is?!
What else? That’s it. I got nothin’.
Wow. What a game.
Patriots 24, Colts 20.
For the first three quarters, I was writing a glowing commentary to the Colts in my head. Why?
Well, my friend KLC and I had a bet. She’s a huge Colts fan. I’m a huge Pats fan. If the Pats won, she’d have to write 400 words on how good of a team they are. If the Colts won, I had to do the same.
Based on the first three quarters of the game, I thought for sure it was going to be me. But, then it happened. Tom Brady, who looked horrible, did it again. Some how. Some way. He did it again.
It wasn’t pretty, but you know what? It doesn’t matter. They won. That’s what matters.
But, man, the Colts. They are good. Good. Good. Even with four guys out, including one of the best receivers of all time. They took it to us early and seemed in control. Maybe they just ran out of gas. Regardless, I think we’ll see them again — and who knows, maybe it’ll be for a trip to the Super Bowl.
So, for now, I’m thankful. And I’m sure KLC is bummed. That’s OK. Her team is fantastic. And everytime our teams play, it’s an amazing game. And I sure look forward to reading about it! So check here and see if she’s posted yet. If not, take a look back later today. One thing I’ve learned, she’s a good sport and loves her Colts. And for a little part of today, she won’t mind loving the Pats — at least for a bit!
What else? I got nothin’.
Today was a big day.
You see, my wife went back to work yesterday. She’s a teacher. That meant full child care mode was set to take place.
But, because my son goes to pre-school Tuesdays and Thursdays, those days are a little easier. See, my mother-in-law watches the kids. If I was to take them both on Tuesday and Thursday, then I’d be dropping them both off and she’d be right back in the car to take Aidan to school.
So, on Aidan’s school days, Renee drops Erin off at her parents. She leaves the house between 6:30 and 6:45 a.m., leaving Aidan and me to hang out before having to leave at 8:30 for preschool.
This is basically a piece of cake. We play. We watch Thomas. There are no issues at all. Well, most of the time.
But, Monday, Wednesday and Friday — different ballgame. Yes, Renee is still leaving between 6:30 and 6:45 a.m., but she’s not taking Erin with her.
So, on those three days, it’s me getting the two of them ready and out the door. Now, it’s only an hour or so before we have to get moving, but it’s new territory.
And while I was a bit nervous, Renee was probably excited — knowing she’d have 20 minutes of peace and quiet on her drive to work.
You see, part of the nervousness is that, well, I haven’t had a great deal of solo time with both kids. So there’s that part.
There’s also the part that Erin isn’t doing incredibly well with taking a bottle from me. But, the good news? Renee fed her before she left, so if the timing worked out right, I actually wouldn’t have to feed her — at least not on the first day of this madness.
Of course, it wasn’t madness. It worked out pretty well. Preparation is the key, and Renee did a lot of that. I’ll be doing more of it, but she was a huge help this morning in making it all work. I think she sensed my nervousness. Not a lot, but definitely a little.
And when we got to my inlaws, we even made it all in with one trip. Aidan, here, put on your backpack. Aidan, please carry this for me. Oh, and Aidan, can you take this? Great!
That left me with Erin and her back. And the leftover birthday cake to give to my in-laws. Forty by 40, you know!
What else? I got nothin’.