Two years ago I was sitting at the library with my coffee, my textbooks, my computer and a strong longing to have my own sweet little house where I could share my mornings with Joanna.
Turns out, life needs a balance of both. Balance. That's a challenge that can last lifetime.
One of the big challenges I face in switching to a shift with a 10-hour day, is that my days on and my days off are so clearly delineated. By the time I get home at night, I am so exhausted that its hard to force myself to do anything but veg. And my days off want to run around shopping at flea markets and go canoeing and camping - anything but pay attention to the schoolwork and paperwork that has been piling up.
We got away for a couple of days last week to hang out with Joanna's family in Arkansas. Frankly, it was a great break from the rut I've recently sunk into of working, vegging, poking at my computer, and sleeping.
Micah and I hiked through 3 miles of unmarked brush to get to the White River. It was beautiful, rugged terrain, full of snakes (we only saw one. I screamed.) ticks, and other no-see-ums. Frankly, I was so pooped at the end of the hike, it was good to get home.
And, of course, no family trip is complete without bedroom adventures. Our air mattress refused to stay inflated, so once a night I'd wake up the whole house reinflating our bed. Thankfully I'm married to a girl who's tough enough (and crazy enough) to camp on the ground while pregnant, so a crazy bed can be made workable.
Gavin keeps growing up so fast. Apparently he giggled this week (I missed it), and his grins are becoming more easily coaxed.
He's also becoming a little more care-intensive. He sleeps less during the day and more at night, which means that more of mommy's daytime is spent cuddling and talking to her little man. She swears he has my rebellion against sleep, and I have to agree. He fights it so hard and gets so distraught before she finally persuades his little eyes to rest.
I've been called 4 times in the past three days by these people who apparently keep dialing the wrong number. Just now she called twice. In thirty seconds. On the second time, I said "Look, I don't mind talking to you, but let me give you my number" I spelled it out slowly, and sarcastically added, "Now you can keep calling it if you want, but, while I really don't mind, you're not going to get anybody but me."
We'll see how long that lasts.
I guess I'd better get to the dishes. My little lady got up and turned on one of Marshall's CD's and then fixed us a great little breakfast of bagels and scrambled breakfast. So it's been a very nice quiet little morning. Gotta' hand it to her for knowing how to create an uplifting atmosphere. Frankly, that's one of the reasons I fell in love with her. Controlling the atmosphere of the home is probably the most important thing a keeper at home does.
But now I'm rambling about something I don't really know much about. Except that I love how my wife orchestrates our home.
Oh, and talk about a bad time to die