Wherein my life stops just short of a country song
About a week after my last post I got laid off. About that time, my cat started breathing like Yul Brenner after his 9th pack of the day. My dog developed a sudden problem with his prostate. So I’ve been home for a month, and the cat tries to jump on me every chance she gets. As soon as she gets on me she hacks like she is trying to just get that lung out. As I’m trying to get her off my lap so I can stop the boys from damaging the walls and each other, the dog starts slowly but very determinedly peeing on the floor. On top of all that, my moms had a medical scare, and had to go into the hospital - in the armpit of Illinois (Rockford), for a heart procedure. She’s fine, she was released from the hospital the same day. Which is great, in no small part because I didn’t have to go to Rockford for another day.
But let me put it this way: if I owned a pickup truck, I would be VERY concerned that it would break down right about now. Since I drive a 10 year old Camry with a side-view mirror that’s been missing for 4 years, I think I’m ok.
The good news is that I got a job offer on Friday, and I’m very excited about the opportunity. Really truly excited about it. But I gotta tell you - it was kinda fun hanging out with the boys, taking them to swimming lessons, rough housing with them, playing WII bowling, just hanging out. In three months, we’re gonna have another child (on a side note, I’m very disappointed that DearWife is vetoing Luke as a name - I just want to be able to say “LUKE, I am your father” is that so wrong?). It will be fun and crazy and stressful and great with 3 kids. But it won’t be quite the same. That’s the one constant with kids. I’m happy to see them grow and achieve and learn. But I’m always at least a little sad when they move past something - be it a toy, or loving the moon for 6 months, or saying spidews or anything else like that.
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December 26, 2007 at 11:23 am
“On top of all that, my moms had a medical scare, and had to go into the hospital - in the armpit of Illinois (Rockford), for a heart procedure.”
I actually live 20 minutes west of Rockford in Winnebago and we moved from the Rockford area almost three years ago. I don’t exactly believe that Rockford is the best city in the world but I have also visited cities that are much worse in Illinois. The city has it’s pros and cons as they all do and I think it’s actually starting to improve. Either way I enjoy reading the blog articles as a fellow father of two small children. Good luck with the new job and continue posting your thoughts so that I know I’m not the only father with similar feelings toward fatherhood.