And on. And on…Yesterday I started my trek to Texas to begin my new job on Monday. The girls got up to see me off before getting ready for school and work. The boy well, let’s not talk about the boy…Anyway, I drove from 6:30 AM to a little after midnight and finally stopped just outside of Baton Rouge to hole up in a hotel for a few hours. Today, I only had to make it to my parents house and I’ll complete the drive tomorrow (a little over 6 hours) and set up life in the RV for 5 months. It’s funny how you miss certain things that you really didn’t know you would miss. I’ve only been gone a little over a day but I do miss the sound of the voices that I’ve come to love over the past 13 years. It’s really going to be an interesting time. My old job has already called twice about work related stuff and twice for fun kind of stuff. I totally enjoyed them both!
The kids seem fine, I’ve spoken to both of them a couple of times and mom seems well also. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!
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Okay, I totally sat down to write this scathing message about the fight my son and I had this morning and how I was ready to ship him to military school and only see him on holidays. After yesterday’s post you would probably think I’m bi-polar but what you don’t know is that yesterday’s post was written two weeks ago on a night when Jeremy and I were all lovey-dovey and life was good in my house. I purposely waited for a time like that (not too rare but rare enough) because I wanted the birthday message to be free of sarcasm and filled with love; which it was if I do say so myself, which I do.
Anyway, as I sat down the dog decided that I could walk him or I could pick up poop off the floor and being smarter than I am lazy, I walked the dog.
Then I sat down to write the blog and noticed that I had received an e-mail while walking the dog telling me that one of my websites had an issue that needed to be fixed ASAP and since they pay part of my bills, I decided to fix it ASAP.
Then I sat down to write the blog and the front door opened and in walked my son so I braced myself for round two of the argument from this morning; only the argument didn’t come. The little so-and-so walked in and came || that close to apologizing for his behavior this morning and then started talking about his day and soccer practice and then…AND THEN, he started doing his homework without a single comment or snide remark or anything!!!! Ridiculous. How, oh how am I going to remain mad and argue with a kid who behaves that way! I might even wash his soccer uniform for his game tomorrow, that’s how good I’m feeling right now.
Do you think it would be too much to think that this might be the beginning of a new, mature relationship in which the 15 year old child in the house begins to behave like something within the 15 year old neighborhood? Please God! Would that all the prayers and petitions that I have prayed for the past few months for him could come true…I love him, really I do but this morning I was ready to e-mail him to his mom in small, e-mail sized bites.
Now, where’s my daughter?
Honestly, I’m torn on which way to go with this one. On the one hand, I’ve been training for the Army Ten Miler since May so that I don’t make a fool of myself; again. On the other hand, I’m ready to move to Jamaica under a false identity and hope that the kids never find me! Which way to go, which way to go…Hmmm, Jamaica here I come.
Anyone who doesn’t believe that God knows what he’s doing and man does not needs to set up an observation post somewhere in my neighborhood and keep an eye on my family. God designed men to be hunter/gatherers and women to be caregivers. Earliest man understood this. The first cave dwelling neanderthal men went off to the office to trade saber-tooth tiger tusks and send e-mammoths while the women stayed back at the cave and let the kids watch Barney the dinosaur, sew fig leaf outfits, and have supper on the table when her man pulled up in his Yabba Dabba Doo mobile. In the Middle-Ages, it was much the same. Every once in a while a really strong woman would rise up from the crowd and exercise her natural leadership abilities over armies of men but for the most part, men took care of beating each other up and killing animals and women healed the men and cooked said killed animals.
But was that system good enough for me? Nooooooooo! I had to let my wife go off to Pakistan and be the warrior while I stayed home and tried to perform the caregiver role while partially filling the hunter/gatherer role as well. I bet up in heaven there’s a TV station that carries a program called “Pat TV; All Patrick, All the Time” (yes June, a Matthew McConaughey reference). I bet the angels sit there and watch that program and laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh. “Watch him try to make it to the soccer game and still get supper on the table…”; “Bet he forgets that load of laundry in the washer again, you watch”; “I don’t think he’s going to make it too much longer with all of his mind intact”. Yep, their having a good old time. I bet their drawing straws now going, “Lord, please don’t let me get the short one. I don’t want to have to go down there and straighten that mess out.”
Personally, I hope they finish drawing straws pretty soon. I COULD USE SOME HELP DOWN HERE, DON’T YA KNOW!
