Then when I didn't update my blog I felt a little guilty. I used to write all the time. Sometimes it was interesting, I think, and sometimes it was just to write.
Now when I don't update my blog I'm OK with it. I'm busy balancing 2 jobs and being a 1st time daddy. I'm sitting around playing with my baby, changing diapers or trying to quiet the baby.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Peaks & Valleys!
Tuesday I took a personal day from work to stay home with the wife and kid. Sara had a doctor's appointment and I decided it was time for a mental health day. So I slept in a bit, cuddled with the wife and kid and enjoyed the unusually mild weather.
Then the capper on a great day was that, while Sara was at her appointment, I took the daughter on our 1st ever Daddy Daughter Date! Liverpool FC was having a soccer match and a local Irish pub always shows the games. This past season I've tried to pay attention more to the English Premiere League Soccer season. So I packed up the baby, a diaper bag, change of baby clothes, and a bottle of freshly pumped breast milk and headed off to the pub. My plan was that Evie Sue would sleep for most of the game and I would be free to enjoy a pint or two, and some Guinness BBQ Wings! Unfortunately, the bartender, an Irishman who roots for a rival team, came over to talk smack about my Team Jacket and his boisterous Irish Brogue woke the baby. Her eyes popped open, she looked around and started to whine. So I scooped her up in my arms, started pacing back and forth while cooing in her ear as the game started.
She was great!
Evie Sue was quiet, amicable and actually seemed to watch some of the action. She wasn't, of course, but I pretended. Then I finally got her to fall back asleep right before the 2nd half of the game started. She nearly awoke at each goal Liverpool scored because her daddy would stand up and cheer loudly before remembering her sleeping nearby. Sara showed up after the appointment, all clear, and watched the rest of the game with us.
The weather was beautiful. The game was a victory. Evie Sue and I enjoyed our day and I dreaded going back to work the next day.
Then came the next day!
A Double Shift! I went to school, and then the evening job! UGH! Working with the students, some of whom are ungrateful and disrespectful, when all I can think about is my family back home is difficult. Then to move on to my 2nd job and work another 7 to 8 hours is brutal. I was exhausted.
I was complaining to a coworker - a rather peaceful-minded fellow - when he said, "Hey man, it could always be worse. This weekend a friend of mine died. He was camping and a tree fell on him. He's dead."
Yes, he was right. I guess it could always be worse.
Later on, as I was talking to the same coworker. We were talking about work, paychecks, travels, and careers when this grocery-stocking Confucius said, "They've got it right over there in Spain, man. When I was there they told me, 'Americans Live To Work but we Work To Live!' And they do, man. They do."
Then he said, "Your job is what you do not who you are."
It was a very interesting conversation. Made me think about spending the day before with Evie Sue, about how I'm working two jobs, exhausting myself and wishing I was home more. It made me wish, yet again, for a way to find an answer... to every little question that plagues me; every single one.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Then the capper on a great day was that, while Sara was at her appointment, I took the daughter on our 1st ever Daddy Daughter Date! Liverpool FC was having a soccer match and a local Irish pub always shows the games. This past season I've tried to pay attention more to the English Premiere League Soccer season. So I packed up the baby, a diaper bag, change of baby clothes, and a bottle of freshly pumped breast milk and headed off to the pub. My plan was that Evie Sue would sleep for most of the game and I would be free to enjoy a pint or two, and some Guinness BBQ Wings! Unfortunately, the bartender, an Irishman who roots for a rival team, came over to talk smack about my Team Jacket and his boisterous Irish Brogue woke the baby. Her eyes popped open, she looked around and started to whine. So I scooped her up in my arms, started pacing back and forth while cooing in her ear as the game started.
She was great!
Evie Sue was quiet, amicable and actually seemed to watch some of the action. She wasn't, of course, but I pretended. Then I finally got her to fall back asleep right before the 2nd half of the game started. She nearly awoke at each goal Liverpool scored because her daddy would stand up and cheer loudly before remembering her sleeping nearby. Sara showed up after the appointment, all clear, and watched the rest of the game with us.
The weather was beautiful. The game was a victory. Evie Sue and I enjoyed our day and I dreaded going back to work the next day.
Then came the next day!
A Double Shift! I went to school, and then the evening job! UGH! Working with the students, some of whom are ungrateful and disrespectful, when all I can think about is my family back home is difficult. Then to move on to my 2nd job and work another 7 to 8 hours is brutal. I was exhausted.
I was complaining to a coworker - a rather peaceful-minded fellow - when he said, "Hey man, it could always be worse. This weekend a friend of mine died. He was camping and a tree fell on him. He's dead."
Yes, he was right. I guess it could always be worse.
Later on, as I was talking to the same coworker. We were talking about work, paychecks, travels, and careers when this grocery-stocking Confucius said, "They've got it right over there in Spain, man. When I was there they told me, 'Americans Live To Work but we Work To Live!' And they do, man. They do."
Then he said, "Your job is what you do not who you are."
It was a very interesting conversation. Made me think about spending the day before with Evie Sue, about how I'm working two jobs, exhausting myself and wishing I was home more. It made me wish, yet again, for a way to find an answer... to every little question that plagues me; every single one.
Wouldn't that be nice?
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