Duffer was around today
He breaks the news that one, he, himself and the hamsters deid but the wheels still going around burd would like to open a burger van and have a baby. In no particular order.
I tear a strip off him, reality check time, what the fuck is he thinking about.
I tell him exactly what I think, I dont hold back. Its a bit rich considering our event was unplanned, but hey ho there we go.
He doesnt huff, we discuss, we negotiate, we debate, we are back to normal
I think that he is making a big mistake.
Saturday, 31 May 2008
The bucket list
I cried today
Cried uncontrollably
Cried like a child
I think i just need to let it out
I was up before everybody else and I had a pirate copy of the bucket list with morgan freeman and jack nicholson
I had been putting off watching up as the guy that had leant me it said that it had sweedish subtitles. I cracked this morning and finally gave into the sleep deprovation and got up before everybody else.
The house was silent and apart from the crunch of the wooden floor and the sound of the whooshing kettle it was just me and the dog and the telly.
I dont usually watch pirate movies, not that I am particularly against them, but usually because they are such bad quality.
Luckily, i was able to switch the subtitles off and to my surprise it was of perfect viewablitilty.
I would recommend to anyone that they should watch it, it was truly excellent. Its about two guys that become friends after they discover they both have cancer and decide to live a little in their remaining months. They make a bucket list and jump out of a plane, race a mustang, see the world. It was realy really good.
I dont know why I cried, I suppose it reminded me that life is indeed too short, maybe it reminded me of the sadness I would feel when my own dad expires. Maybe I just needed to let out some emotion. I dont know. Maybe it just makes me a sensitive dad.
Connie was up by this time and consoles me.
I start a bucket list.
Cried uncontrollably
Cried like a child
I think i just need to let it out
I was up before everybody else and I had a pirate copy of the bucket list with morgan freeman and jack nicholson
I had been putting off watching up as the guy that had leant me it said that it had sweedish subtitles. I cracked this morning and finally gave into the sleep deprovation and got up before everybody else.
The house was silent and apart from the crunch of the wooden floor and the sound of the whooshing kettle it was just me and the dog and the telly.
I dont usually watch pirate movies, not that I am particularly against them, but usually because they are such bad quality.
Luckily, i was able to switch the subtitles off and to my surprise it was of perfect viewablitilty.
I would recommend to anyone that they should watch it, it was truly excellent. Its about two guys that become friends after they discover they both have cancer and decide to live a little in their remaining months. They make a bucket list and jump out of a plane, race a mustang, see the world. It was realy really good.
I dont know why I cried, I suppose it reminded me that life is indeed too short, maybe it reminded me of the sadness I would feel when my own dad expires. Maybe I just needed to let out some emotion. I dont know. Maybe it just makes me a sensitive dad.
Connie was up by this time and consoles me.
I start a bucket list.
Having to work Saturdays
Its a stunning day today and I should be taking a break from working.
Its saturday, the sun is shing, the birds are singing, the trees are not swaying in any breeze and their is not a cloud in the sky.
Therefore, why am I not happy.
Im not happing because I am skint and cant afford to take the kids out anywhere, on top of that Connie is working which completely ruins any chance of a family day out.
Why on earth would any team leader in their right minds roster a person in for a Saturday for 2 hours.
I can understand the need for someone having to work a saturday, but for only two hours seems like a complete and utter waste or time, effort, resources and quite honestly it bugs my happiness.
I wouldnt mind so much if it was first thing in the morning, but by scheduling her in from 4 to 6 really fucks up my day. I simply dont see the point.
I have asked her countless times to go and see her work and get a day off at the weekend and she claims that she has done this but nobody is listening to her.
I want to scream at her that she isnt saying the right words and why not do those two hours together with the two stupid hours she is supposed to do tomorrow, rather than completely ruin my weekend.
We cant just have a nice saturday out somewhere with the kids all because some window licker needs tablets admistered to them between the hours of 4 to 6. I have nothing against her clients, in fact all of them are actually quite nice, but they have families and what are their families doing on a Saturday, yip family stuff. They are going out and enjoying themselves safe in teh knowledge that some other muppet has to work with them so they can go off and do what families do at the weekends.
This makes me altogether mad.
Connie asks me on the way out the house if we are all not talking to her because she has to go to work, I lie convincingly well and tell her not to bother.
The kids go into the loft, where i have hung a punch bag, my middle daughter belts ten bells out of it and holly skips.
Its saturday, the sun is shing, the birds are singing, the trees are not swaying in any breeze and their is not a cloud in the sky.
Therefore, why am I not happy.
Im not happing because I am skint and cant afford to take the kids out anywhere, on top of that Connie is working which completely ruins any chance of a family day out.
Why on earth would any team leader in their right minds roster a person in for a Saturday for 2 hours.
I can understand the need for someone having to work a saturday, but for only two hours seems like a complete and utter waste or time, effort, resources and quite honestly it bugs my happiness.
I wouldnt mind so much if it was first thing in the morning, but by scheduling her in from 4 to 6 really fucks up my day. I simply dont see the point.
I have asked her countless times to go and see her work and get a day off at the weekend and she claims that she has done this but nobody is listening to her.
I want to scream at her that she isnt saying the right words and why not do those two hours together with the two stupid hours she is supposed to do tomorrow, rather than completely ruin my weekend.
We cant just have a nice saturday out somewhere with the kids all because some window licker needs tablets admistered to them between the hours of 4 to 6. I have nothing against her clients, in fact all of them are actually quite nice, but they have families and what are their families doing on a Saturday, yip family stuff. They are going out and enjoying themselves safe in teh knowledge that some other muppet has to work with them so they can go off and do what families do at the weekends.
This makes me altogether mad.
Connie asks me on the way out the house if we are all not talking to her because she has to go to work, I lie convincingly well and tell her not to bother.
The kids go into the loft, where i have hung a punch bag, my middle daughter belts ten bells out of it and holly skips.
A childs logic
Its a funny thing, childs logic
Its a lot like the choo choo train things.
Holly had an ice pole today, a bright sickly pink one. We had a conversation.
Daddy: Its pink Holly
Holly: No daddy, its purple.
Daddy: Its PINK
Holly: No daddy, its purple.
Daddy: Its PINK
Holly: No daddy, its purple.
Daddy: HOLYLY ITS PINK
Holly: Well, it tastes purple.
Daddy: It cant taste purple, its pink
Holly: It tastes purple like medicine, I like the purple medicine.
You just cant make that up.
Holly: Taste it Dad,
Yip, it did indeed taste like purple calpol.
A childs wonderfull logic
Its a lot like the choo choo train things.
Holly had an ice pole today, a bright sickly pink one. We had a conversation.
Daddy: Its pink Holly
Holly: No daddy, its purple.
Daddy: Its PINK
Holly: No daddy, its purple.
Daddy: Its PINK
Holly: No daddy, its purple.
Daddy: HOLYLY ITS PINK
Holly: Well, it tastes purple.
Daddy: It cant taste purple, its pink
Holly: It tastes purple like medicine, I like the purple medicine.
You just cant make that up.
Holly: Taste it Dad,
Yip, it did indeed taste like purple calpol.
A childs wonderfull logic
Sleep Deprovation
I have been living with the support pillows for quite some time ago.
Connie doesnt seem to be sleeping well at all, all the time it seems like she is tossing and turning, getting up to pee, coming back to bed, snoring like a barnyard animal, grunting, kicking off the covers, stealing the covers, pitching back and forward.
Aparently, I have taken to talking to her in my sleep, although I have no recollection about this in the morning.
This can range anything from genuine concern as to whether there is something wrong with her, or telling her to belt up using one syllable words in an angry and agreesive will you shut the fuck up sort of way.
I have to take her word for this, but I know that every morning I have to drag myself from teh depths of slumber and Im feeling altogether muddled. Thus, I know that i cannot therefore by sleeping a sound and rewarding sleep for it has been disturbed and frenzied throughout.
Sleep deprovation is a terrible thing.
Connie doesnt seem to be sleeping well at all, all the time it seems like she is tossing and turning, getting up to pee, coming back to bed, snoring like a barnyard animal, grunting, kicking off the covers, stealing the covers, pitching back and forward.
Aparently, I have taken to talking to her in my sleep, although I have no recollection about this in the morning.
This can range anything from genuine concern as to whether there is something wrong with her, or telling her to belt up using one syllable words in an angry and agreesive will you shut the fuck up sort of way.
I have to take her word for this, but I know that every morning I have to drag myself from teh depths of slumber and Im feeling altogether muddled. Thus, I know that i cannot therefore by sleeping a sound and rewarding sleep for it has been disturbed and frenzied throughout.
Sleep deprovation is a terrible thing.
Week 26 Update
Mother:
While you have been feeling movements for awhile, those other people in your life may not have been able to. Around this time it may become possible for them to begin feeling the baby from the outside. It is a really neat to share the experience with others.
Finding a comfortable position for sleeping is a new task! Between night time wakings to go to the bathroom, to get water or snacks, you need all the sleep you can get.
A body pillow will enable you to support your legs and your growing belly! If you don't have one, try making use of several regular pillows.
Baby:
Veins are visible through your baby's skin, although it is quickly changing from transparent to opaque.
Your baby can hear you and those around you. Although we assume that the uterus is a quiet place, the baby has been surrounded by noise for a long time. Things like your heartbeat, digestion, and other body functions are heard by the baby as well as external noises. Now you may feel the baby jump at a sudden noise.
The uterus also allows some light to be seen. So your baby is aware of lightness and darkness. S/he weighs 1 pound 12 ounces (794 grams) and measures 32.5 cms or 12.8 inches total length.
Dad:
If you're sleeping with a bunch of extra pillows in bed, you may notice that the amount of room available for you has decreased. Some dads choose to sleep elsewhere to avoid disturbances to their sleep, including the many trips to the bathroom she makes each night. This should be discussed together.
While you have been feeling movements for awhile, those other people in your life may not have been able to. Around this time it may become possible for them to begin feeling the baby from the outside. It is a really neat to share the experience with others.
Finding a comfortable position for sleeping is a new task! Between night time wakings to go to the bathroom, to get water or snacks, you need all the sleep you can get.
A body pillow will enable you to support your legs and your growing belly! If you don't have one, try making use of several regular pillows.
Baby:
Veins are visible through your baby's skin, although it is quickly changing from transparent to opaque.
Your baby can hear you and those around you. Although we assume that the uterus is a quiet place, the baby has been surrounded by noise for a long time. Things like your heartbeat, digestion, and other body functions are heard by the baby as well as external noises. Now you may feel the baby jump at a sudden noise.
The uterus also allows some light to be seen. So your baby is aware of lightness and darkness. S/he weighs 1 pound 12 ounces (794 grams) and measures 32.5 cms or 12.8 inches total length.
Dad:
If you're sleeping with a bunch of extra pillows in bed, you may notice that the amount of room available for you has decreased. Some dads choose to sleep elsewhere to avoid disturbances to their sleep, including the many trips to the bathroom she makes each night. This should be discussed together.
Sunday, 25 May 2008
The innocence of children
If theres something I love about being a dad, is the innocence of children, the fact that they believe in monsters, have no problem in speaking the truth or simply that these use words that sound like sounds.
We were at a lovely country park today, and their was a model gauge railway there. My youngest daughter (apart from womb baby?) shouts look daddy theres a choo choo train.
How cool does that sound, a choo choo train, such a descriptive child like word of innocence. But, what else would you call it, big white puffs of steam belching from its every funnel and crevice, peeping its steam whistle as its coal chugged it around the narrow gauge track.
Its such as magical thing being a dad, how else could you experience being on a choo choo train, but singing wheels on the bus. Arms wrapped around your little precious cargo parcel in case they fall off.
How else could a grow man get away with sitting on a model engineered steam train shouting all aboard, tickets please, hold tight, woo wooo.
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