It is 5:36 on a Saturday morning. A sane person might be wondering why I’m awake. Hell, even a person whose sanity is in question (me) is wondering why I’m awake.
My bladder woke me up about a half an hour ago. My mind prevented me from slipping back into the realm of dreams. My mind began to wander the moment I laid my head upon my pillow. For once, it wasn’t depressive thoughts bouncing around my head like balls in a lottery machine. It was work. Specifically, I was pondering ways to accomplish the massive amount of chores on my plate.
I love the new job so far. The work, while not precisely challenging, is a change of pace from the things I had been doing at my old job for the last few years. The thing is, though, my predecessors neglected much of their responsibility before they left. I’m trying to catch up on issues which have been lingering for months. I’ve caught most of them up, but I still have two pretty time-consuming tasks on my plate, and that is where my thoughts drifted as I tried in vain to summon the sandman once more.
Everyone I’ve run into at the new job has been extremely nice and gracious. They’ve introduced themselves to me with smiles and they’ve been helpful when I’m looking for someone I don’t know or a room I can’t locate. My two counterparts are both easy-going guys who like to joke around. They’ve been very accommodating and patient with all of my questions.
In short, the job is going well.
Life has kept my busy outside of work, as well. Baby C has become increasingly demanding of my attention. I simply must watch every miniscule thing he does. He has to hold me (When he wants to be held he says, “I wanna hold you,” which means he wants me to hold him.) whenever he’s doing something. If I’m sitting down he has to consume every inch of my lap.
While I am completely in love with the fact that he enjoys sharing all the things with me, it’s sometimes a bit draining when I need or want to do something for myself. Still, I love that child and wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m also spending a lot of time with my niece, Baby E (who if you don’t recall, is Revis’ little girl). On average, I watch her for about an hour and a half a day after work. I get home pretty early since I work for a school now, so I watch her until my sister-in-law picks her up. Baby E is stingy with her love and affection, and in the last few weeks I’ve been getting more and more of it. She sits in my lap while watching TV. She lays her head down on my shoulder if she’s tired and ready for a nap. It’s been awesome.
The twins are still typical teenagers. They’re into three things right now: their phones, their Xbox, and food. Oh, and asking for things which cost money. “Hey, Dad, I need new shoes.” Dammit! Didn’t I buy you a pair last year??
We still have fun with what time we have together. The only time I get to dedicate solely to them is Wednesday evenings. We honestly don’t do much anymore because they’re into their own things, but this past Wednesday Baby B thought he could take his old man in an impromptu wrestling match. Baby A laughed as I disproved Baby B’s theory.
Overall, things are still going well (except for, you know, waking up at 5AM on a Saturday – WTF?) and I have a great deal to be thankful for.