Well, it’s the second week of August. That means that summer is more over than not. If I were a kid, I’d say, “Man, is summer going way too fast!” I’m not a kid. For me, summer is dragging. Know why? Because there’s no daily structure of kids going to school and wife going to whatever she does during the year (I’m sure it’s important, Honey, whatever you do).
In other words, there’s always someone in my house during the few moments I’m actually here. I don’t really like that. Not that I see all that much of my family. I mean, the kids sleep all friggin’ day. I say that like I’m complaining, which I’m not. I like when they’re sleeping because I don’t have to see their teenage disdain for me. But just knowing they’re sleeping means they’re in the house, which means they could wake up at any moment and make my stomach muscles clench.
Seriously, this is no way to live, but it is my life. Thank god I have a job to go to, but I can’t live there, even though I try and would so love to. Give me a moment here……Ah, that was a nice fantasy. Oh no! I hear stirrings. It’s my stomach. That means…someone’s up. Help.