It’s Thursday! You know what that means, right?! Absolutely nothing. I live a boring life. I’ll tell you something, though: there is nothing that fucks up a morning routine more than having a kid. Some mornings I can’t get up, and others I’m up too early. I don’t think I’ve been on a run since December, and my spare tire is thanking me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids; but man, are they a handful. Last night my daughter (2&1/2) is watching my oldest (3&1/2) do something silly and says, “what da funk?”
I immediately retort with the parental ‘wWHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!’ at which point she gets startled and says, “don’t say dat. Oh gosh.” After a conversation only held by parents and 2 year olds- and maybe 4-am-drunk people- I figure out that I say that while driving a lot. She now knows not to use “daddy’s car words”.
#smartkidproblems
Anyway, I’ve claimed 0400-0530 as “daddy time” because that’s the only time I can get piece and quitet. I run, or work in the shop, and always drink coffee. Lemony Snicket wrote, “Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.”
Today, being Thursday, is naturally going to be a good morning. I’ve virtually always had good Thursdays. I don’t know why. I would prefer to have good Fridays instead, but it’s always been thursdays. Today seems to be no differ- fuck, a toddler’s awake.