I already had a fight on my hands this morning, but I was prepared and in a good mood and ready to do battle.
It was the first time in a while I had Liam in a matching outfit* and I wasn't going to let his ham-fisted attempts to ruin my day with oatmeal win out.
Let me back up a second. Why was I happy enough to fight the fight?
Because Liam did a wonderful job feeding himself (and the dog) oatmeal with a spoon.
Why was I possibly happy about this? Gotta go back in time for the answer.
I awoke knowing that I have my next (2) million-dollar ideas for the day, and I am actually considering pursuing one of them.
So, why did I wake up excited about this?
Let's rewind one more time. it really goes back to last night.
At the time I didn't see it for what it was, but I was about to experience an adult moment.
I read in Parenting all the time about moms having "girlfriend" time or whatever. It's always sandwiched with some assinine comment about a crappy husband not pulling his weight, thanks so much ladies! But whatever, that's not what we're here to talk about.
I always look askance at this whole thing, because I don't have girlfriends. Kathy won't let me. And thanks to Parenting, I'm more an evil enemy then a stay-at-home mom(dad).
Fuzzy & Max took the dog for an 80-second walk around the park, while I changed one last Liam diaper and put l'il tiger through his brushing paces and off to slumber time. Then I changed into pj's and went downstairs.
Kathy comes home and mentions that Mike (our backyard neighbor) is busy trying to burn the neighborhood down, starting in his garage.
For some reason, and I didn't recognize it for what it was, I jumped up and changed back into jeans, grabbed my jacket, 2 beers, and Homer the Opener and off I leapt with a shouted "goodnight" to Max.
4 hours later I rolled in at Midnight having enjoyed some quality b.s. time with Mike & Becky.
There was an inordinate amount of swearing on my part. This happens when things get a bit stressful in the afternoons and the words can't come out. They get pent up until a later time. Sometimes the words dissipate into evil chemicals that give me gas, but last night they were allowed to come out like a long-awaited burp. So refreshing, enjoyable, and cleansing.
Anyway, talking about businesses for some reason, I mentioned my habit of going into my bosses' offices with the promise of a Million Dollar Idea every day. Usually I was able to provide decent, business-specific ideas. Not that they were ever used, but I made the effort, so there.
So Becky asked me for one of my million dollar ideas. Since it was 11.45 pm, I decided to give her a $2 Million Dollar Idea since it was almost tomorrow.
Here it is.... JUST KIDDING!!!! I'm no fool. I'm not just going to share it with you suckas.
I mean, heck, I can get 2 blog entries out of this. And I will.
*Pooh bear onesie and little pants, sooo cute! The blue matches Liam's expressive eyes. And I didn't mention this above, but it's also likely the only day where Liam will be in streetclothes (as opposed to PJ's) before noon.
Posted by BilFish at January 10, 2006 09:00 AM