"You gotta crack a few eggs to make an omelet,
She takes her coffee with a cigarette,
She misses people she hasn't even met."
She takes her coffee with a cigarette,
She misses people she hasn't even met."
Joy there is something that I haven't thought or written about in a while. This is an idea that deserves a little extra thought today. Woke up at 6:30 am today so I could take the kiddos out to breakfast with my dad. They were well behaved. I had a non-ex-wife related conversation with my dad. And he loved on my kids like a grandpa should, he is so good at that.
We got home and it was still early. I suggested to B. that if she wanted to she could just go back to sleep if she wanted to. She said, "Nope I'm wide awake!"
Saturday is house cleaning day. So that is what we started to do. Normally, getting help with house cleaning is a lot like getting McCain to give up the goods on his fellow Americans in a Vietnamese POW camp. But today, B. decided that she would like to clean house so she and her brother can each earn a dollar. They are hyped about cleaning. And have been at it about an hour.
So I put on some Moldy Peaces. And the kids are cleaning, and I'm cleaning. And thinking about my dad, and how much I love him. And thinking about my kids and how much I love them. And The Moldy Peaches are talking about love and life in their sing song kid centric but super vulgar way, and A. walks into the room. And I pick him up and dance. And I feel my heart swell, like the fucking Grinch. And in walks S. so I do the same thing with her. And she is poop in her diaper, and I ask her, "Are you poop?" And she giggles. And A. is running to get B. to tell her that dad is giving away free dances.
And there is joy.
And for the first time in a long time, I'm me again.
And J. didn't need to be here for me to be full of joy.
File under Virtue.
We got home and it was still early. I suggested to B. that if she wanted to she could just go back to sleep if she wanted to. She said, "Nope I'm wide awake!"
Saturday is house cleaning day. So that is what we started to do. Normally, getting help with house cleaning is a lot like getting McCain to give up the goods on his fellow Americans in a Vietnamese POW camp. But today, B. decided that she would like to clean house so she and her brother can each earn a dollar. They are hyped about cleaning. And have been at it about an hour.
So I put on some Moldy Peaces. And the kids are cleaning, and I'm cleaning. And thinking about my dad, and how much I love him. And thinking about my kids and how much I love them. And The Moldy Peaches are talking about love and life in their sing song kid centric but super vulgar way, and A. walks into the room. And I pick him up and dance. And I feel my heart swell, like the fucking Grinch. And in walks S. so I do the same thing with her. And she is poop in her diaper, and I ask her, "Are you poop?" And she giggles. And A. is running to get B. to tell her that dad is giving away free dances.And there is joy.
And for the first time in a long time, I'm me again.
And J. didn't need to be here for me to be full of joy.
File under Virtue.
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