Too little, too tired...

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

This is going to be difficult.

Jess is at the store and I have been trying to get started on this for a few minutes now.  I am not going to  be "that Dad," who turns on the TV because it is easier and it gives me peace and quiet for a few minutes to do this.  I'll save that for something else.

Since trying to get started, he's been up and down on the papasan twelve times, dialed at least 6 numbers and almost hit me in the head with the fucking Sesame Street bus my mother-in-law got him.

She's always causing problems that lady.  Now he's on top of the friggin' kangaroo playhouse thing on like the only dangerous spot.

Now he's in the ball pit and throwing the balls all out of the pit, for which he got in trouble for yesterday.  I am sure I will get blamed for this.  He was good about throwing them back in.

Then he started pulling them out again.

So, now it's 9:30.  And after taking out the recyclables I can try to write some of this before she gets out of the shower and we - nah, we're not watching anything it's too late and I have an important meeting tomorrow so I need to sleep.  There are 21 days left in the year.  I can't even believe it.  If that's not scary enough, I think there are 35 until we leave for the trip.  

There is pretty much something going on like every single day for the remainder of the year.  It's impossible to take any days - which I am actually entitled to.  Since I am also working on Saturdays, that leaves Sundays to get ready for the trip.

After we went hiking yesterday Jess says, "The trip is going to be fun!"  Yes, it is. Clearly, I have no stress connected to taking a 19 month old overseas to two places where the sun is out for a ridiculously extended period of time - not to mention I won't think about work at all while we are away (that's sarcasm for those of you who don't know me).

She also mentioned using the extra bedroom upstairs as the "staging area" for the trip.  Staging area?  We're visiting Europe, not storming the beaches at Normandy.  Shit, we're not even hitting the continent.  This requires that all the ACs be put in this week so that we can start laying shit out so we know how much room we will have for stuff, because you know, we are going to need to bring like 30 overnight diapers.  At least I will be able to locate some of my shit she has hid in the house and put it in one place.  Did I say hid?  I mean put away for me.  This also means that I have probably been knocked down to one pair of pants and two draws.  Did I mention that she's been talking about one suitcase because she's too cheap, I mean price conscious to get the bigger car to ensure that everything fits?  I will also have the joy of carrying the car seat.  This trip gets more fun by the second!

What was I complaining about?  Oh yeah, the fact that I have no idea how I am going to get everything done that I need to.  35 days sounds like a lot but I know from experience, it's not.  Everything is always a game of numbers...test scores, ratings, budget, car rental, why we fly to fucked up airports on the shitty end of major cities (by shitty end, I mean an hour away from the regular airport), how many articles of clothing I get to bring...

It would be nice to have a couple of new shirts to wear in pictures so that the last five trips don't all look like they were actually one trip.  I should probably make a list of things to do but I am too tired.  I suppose we will be rushing around like maniacs trying to get everything done in time.  I do well with this approach.  Makes me very relaxed.  I probably wouldn't have it any other way.

So, 35/21 left, 7/4/13 at 8 pm and we are on our way to our 7th trip to Europe together, 1st with the baby, though technically, he was probably there with us in England in 2011 and then Italy and Paris that summer.