So we’re on Thursday. I skipped yesterday, was just too damn tired. And honestly, nothing exciting happened. The kids were fine, didn’t give me any grief at all. I think I’m finally starting to get the hang of this parenting business.
Tonight I’m feeling adventurous, so I decided to take all 3 out to dinner. They’re missing Kate, and I think doing something fun out of the house would be a pleasant distraction. To all the employees of the Olympia Red Robin, I apologize in advance. And if people stop hearing from me, it means the kids were too much and I overdosed on the bottomless fries.
The bad news is that I missed seeing Children of Bodom. They played in Seattle on Tuesday, and I wasn’t able to go due to Kate being out of town. Next time, I suppose! So to tide me over, here’s a clip because I know everyone who likely reads this just LOVE this band (HAH!!). ENJOY! (A little bit of swearing in the beginning, but really, who doesn’t want their metal bands to not swear?!)
So while Violet is napping and I can ramble, I recently got in touch with an old friend I hadn’t talked to in probably 5 or 6 years. It occured to me that I might be somewhat of a bad friend. I lose contact with people too easily. Having a family, a relationship, the kids.. these are my excuses, but I wonder if it’s how I tell myself that its natural, its part of getting older, when really I’m just a jerk. It’s not like I can say that my interests have changed, either. I still enjoy the same stuff I did when I was younger and had no responsibility.. video games, music, sci-fi/fantasy, etc. Now I just have to actually balance those things out with being a “grown up” and a parent. Tangentially, it still scares me that I’m considered a “grown up” now. It should scare you, too. YIKES.
I may be onto some serious self reflection here. Or not. Maybe this will come up here again once I’ve had some time to mull it over in my head a bit. We’ll see.
