My oldest daughter is starting her second year of preschool today. My wife took the day off from the job she’s grown to hate, to take her there and have a mommy-daughter day afterwards. I took my younger daughter to daycare this morning and she cried the whole time, while I dreaded the possibility of being lectured by our daycare provider yet again for dropping her off either too early, or too late, or right on time ... sometimes I wonder if my money just isn’t green enough. My daughter continued to cry during drop-off, so I didn’t dodged the lecture bullet at least, although that could come this afternoon, when I pick her up. She wanted me to carry her, but we’re trying to teach her to be a big girl and not throw temper-tantrums, so I didn’t. I just wanted to grab her and go home though. We’re planning to take the plunge soon and have my wife quit her job. It will mean more working for me, and less time for me with my girls, but it’s for the greater good of the family.
My system is revolting from all the delicious food I ate this weekend. I feel like donk. I had a great time at the IndyCar race Saturday night.
Wednesday morning we have a meeting about how we’re going to blow up the entire program I’ve worked so hard to build in the district. To say I’m not looking forward to it, would be the understatement of a lifetime. I have to remain professional though.
I kinda just want to hug my mom. I can’t believe she’s been gone over five years already.
I’ll be OK, that’s the gift I have when things get dark for me. I’ve always known that I’ll be OK soon. I just got a text from my wife that preschool drop-off went well. The kid is growing up fast, like they all do. I can’t wait to hug them and hear about their day this afternoon.
Time to go teach some wood-working. I want to work on their CAD drawings, but two weeks into the year now and I still don’t have enough computers for them all.
Sorry for the ramblings. Writing that out helped.