ARHHG... how NOT to start your morning.
May 1, 2008
Woke up at 4:30 this morning.
Son number 2, was crying.
Son number 1 had crawled into bed at some time around 3:30am and is giving me karate kicks to the ribcage.
By 5:30 decided to heat milk for bottle.
Fill glass with formula.
Put glass in microwave. That has idiotically designed "cooking rack" inside.
Watch glass tip on idiotically designed cooking rack and spill milk:
throughout microwave,
all over espresso machine,
over counter,
onto clean dishes,
into cupboards,
onto floor, and finally
soaked up by floor mat.
Swear!
Cause more crying.
Clean-up.
Take shower.
Make coffee.
Notice interesting smell of warm milk rising from espresso machine.
Wife wakes up (gets up - she HAD TO BE AWAKE already) and says "You are making too much noise stomping around the house."
grumble. grumble...
"I'm moving to Australia. It's been a terrible, horrible no good, very bad day." I say.
No one even answered.
Then...
"I love you, Daddy," says son number 1.
:)
Yeah. I suppose I will live.
Son #1:
Photo Friday
Son #2:
Family is all that matters
Hi David,
Sorry I didn't get a chance to chat with you. But came across your blog from Monica Hamburg's. I have a really big appreciation for families (I love mine, and I have four brothers who have amazing children). And yeah, usually it is the "I love you"'s that make it all worth it :)
So True
Hi Raul,
Kids always seem to bring you back to what's important in life.