I think I've started and eventually deleted about 10 entries this week alone. I don't want to bitch and moan about my home life, because frankly nobody cares and no one likes a complainer. So I will diplomatically say that life is a challenge right now--and I do mean all of life. Yes I have my health and my immediate family seems to be healthy as well. I don't want to glaze over that or take it for granted..but let's face it, who the hell centers a blog around how healthy they are every day? I sure as hell don't. And never in my life have I been so ok with living a sexless life..I thought folks were exaggerating about the sex-life falling by the wayside, but they weren't. The libido is still there, but the lack of opportunity and energy are winning in a big way--my wife and I are the Washington Generals, Nyles is playing the role of the Harlem Globetrotters.
Anyway, I won't go into (anymore) detail, I will focus on the next challenge which comes on Monday when daycare starts. I am on drop off duty, and the wife will be picking young Nyles up from there. Last night, the wife had me sign various forms in preparation for daycare, which is in a church (that I'm not a member of..actually I don't belong to any church right now). One of the forms basically said that I have to allow the staff to raise Nyles according to God's word, and I looked over to my wife and smirked (she was not amused). If my son were 5, I could see the word of God coming into play, but at two months? What does God's word have to do with anything? And if He is in the mix, can he help me put Nyles to sleep for at least 6 consecutive hours? That would be awesome! In all seriousness, I want them to take care of my son, and considering that I'll be paying them more money than I'd care to shake a stick at, I will be monitoring their God-fearing tactics.
This entry has no direction, no purpose and lots of restraint. Speaking of God, if you pray, please say one for the wife, who has to let Nyles out of her sight on Monday when she goes back to work. She's going to cry, I don't think anything can stop that, but I'd ask that you pray that she doesn't assault any of her co-workers who dare cross her path on that magical day. I would also like to send a shout out to young Nyles who had to listen to rap the song you see below in an animated fashion last night (twice in a row in fact), while Mommy was in the shower. He smiled, he laughed, and he was thoroughly confused, but hopefully he learned all the words.