A Day in the Life

I am sure by now all of you want my gig. Who wouldn’t? I get to spend time writing, reading and generally goofing off.

It helps when your spouse makes a lot of money. But if you think it is all TV and internet games, you are mistaken. I know I was.

One of my near daily duties is shopping.

Women like shopping. Most men don’t. We like to buy. Shopping for me consists of finding a store that carries what I need. In our small Connecticut town, most stores are 20 minutes away in Norwalk. In Houston that amount of time meant a mile away in traffic. Here it means 15 miles. So I don’t take it lightly when I have to go shopping for the necessities of the house.
The Princess can make a whole day of shopping when precious time allows. She comes home with either a whole lot or very little. For her, and I assume most women, it is a fun day out. For me it is just another chore out during the day.

My other duties are getting Carson ready for daycare which means making him a nutritious lunch. For him, Crabby Patty Cheese Burgers is a food group. He has been eating the same thing for over a year. I don’t get it, but it makes him happy. White Castle has a customer for life. Perhaps a Harold and Kumar remake is in our son’s future!

My other 6 am duties include making the Princess’ coffee, breakfast and lunch. If you have been reading my other posts, you will know that her requirements are a little more particular than Carson’s.

By 11 am, I am usually home and ready to tackle other chores like lawn maintenance and laundry. Fortunately we really do have a killer stereo system and wireless router to keep me entertained. But after all of the chores are done, there is usually more chores.

Every now and then, I do get to play a game on the computer. And even less often, I catch up on a movie. Mostly it is simply chores. And after that, it is time to cook dinner and clean up after. Finally around 9 pm the day is done and we sit down as a family to watch a TV show like George Lopez.

Yes, we let our son stay up way too late. But that’s another story.