My step daughter’s softball team just won their league championship.
Congrats, champs!
My step daughter’s softball team just won their league championship.
Congrats, champs!
Every once in a while one of the kids will have a change to the morning routine. This requires both the other kid and me to also make changes to the morning routine. Over the last couple of weeks, that has meant that we have to get up earlier so that one of the kids can go straight to school instead of going to their Dad’s and taking the bus from there.
On Friday, we drove to school without any problem. As we were heading to Dad’s house I realized my phone and my glasses and my work badge were not to be seen. Damn. That meant I would have to stop at the house on the way to work. It would be okay, getting up early meant I had time. It was just a pain in the behind. Just before I got home I heard the beep my phone makes when I get an email. Uh… Oh yeah! I usually put my phone on the passenger seat, but on that day I put it in the console so my step daughter wouldn’t be sitting on it. Problem solved!
Today was another early day for us. This time as I was driving between the school and Dad’s house I realized I forgot my glasses and my work badge. Urgh! Idiot! This time I really did forget them. What is wrong with me? I’ve only been managing to NOT forget these things for about 10 years. That’s all.
Nitwit.
The kids are going away for a few days with their father and step mother. Every time this happens Jen and I get really sad. We worry about their safety, even though we are both sure that nothing bad will happen. That part of it makes me feel like a completely irrational doofus but you feel what you feel, right?
Mostly though we are just going to miss them like crazy while they are gone. I’ve said this before. We miss them during the normal course of a week when they are at Daddy’s house instead of ours. We always miss them. Now though, they aren’t 15 minutes away. It makes a huge difference. We’re both going to miss them like mad until they come back.
And so it begins…
My step daughter is in her room, Facetiming one of her friends. This is a first. The first of many, millions.
I would like to take a moment to wish my step kids good luck on their first day of school and to remind them that there are only 10 months to go until summer vacation.
Happy first day!
The kids are home from camp, and all is right with the world.
Only one work day left until we can go and get the kids at camp. Please, programmer/analyst gods, let them take it easy on me today. Please no screaming customers, please no critical issues, please just let me keep hammering away at the stack of tasks already assigned to me, please don’t kick my ass (professionally speaking). I just want to get through today in one piece and then finally go and get the kids.
Oh and if you can swing it so that my wife and I can drive to camp together, that would be nice too. I don’t think that falls under the programmer/analyst god’s jurisdiction though. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?
Want to know something that is super awesome?
After being at camp for two weeks, the kids are coming home tomorrow!
I told you it was super awesome!
Today is the day the kids go back to camp. Jenny is still ridiculously sick with the cold from hell. I am still a little sniffly, so hopefully the end of the illness for her is imminent. Fingers crossed.
I have a two hour drive to get them to the camp site and I have to do it without my favorite navigator. I’m going to miss her on the drive, and then I am going to miss the kids like crazy while they are at camp.
I hate camp. I hate that they go away for a long time. I miss them when they are at their fathers, never mind when they are away from all of us for an extended period of time. Boo.
They are going to have an absolute blast, but Jenny and I are going to be sad the whole time.
We have two games at the same time today. We have a house that needs to be cleaned from top to bottom. We have a lawn mower that still won’t start damn it! We have two more baseball/softball things tomorrow at roughly the same time. We have a 12 year old’s birthday party tomorrow afternoon.
There is so much to do!!!!