Mr. Mom

I am thankful that this weekend has taught me a few things. One, it’s a tough fucking job to parent all day long. Seriously, every time I get near the 4+ hour mark of hanging out with kids I suddenly realize how near-impossible it is get anything else done. I’m talking only about the experience of having a 3 year old and a 1.5 year old simultaneously. Your mileage may vary.

But as for me, yeesh, I won’t miss this weekend’s long hours of child rearing. I love my kids, don’t get me wrong, but I’m simply saying for the record that my wife does such a fantastic job at juggling household responsibilities and taking care of them. I could barely get anything done after they went to bed, and that was after an hour or so of “cool down.” It’s a tough racket for a parent. I’m probably just too lazy.

Ericka once again worked the Long Hours this weekend (thanks babe!) in hopes I reap some rewards come Saturday. Which, if you haven’t heard, is when I’ll be turning 25. So yay to that and getting lower insurance (hopefully) and a new driver’s license.

Which leads me to another point: Did you know you have just 10 days to change your address on your license? Shit, and here I’ve had the wrong address on mine for, oh, about four years now. Each time I get pulled over the cop looks at it, looks at me, and informs me of this information. Sometimes the days change. One cop said 30 days. Another said 15. Last week, humbled from my ticket on a freeway which I knew from days past was currently on the State Trooper Shit List, the guy said 10 days.

He ended his smug rant with a stupid, smug joke:

Cop: “So you haven’t gotten a notice from the state on how to renew your license?”

“No, I know I have to get one when I turn 25. I’m not really going to forget that.”

“Well,” he says, not even listening to what I just said, “You wouldn’t have gotten it because your address is wrong!” Cue the rimshot. Get this guy an agent. Dickwad.

This post is a bit scattershot because for some reason this damn cold won’t go away. I’m having a hard time breathing and the med clinic isn’t exactly busting down the door to provide me an inhaler refill. Wish I knew why. I live my recent days in a state of wheezing and coughing. Hopefully the prescription will come through and I can organize my thoughts better for Tuesday. Lately it seems like I’ve done nothing but play catchup.

I’m ringing all the warning bells
Careful or you’ll hurt yourself