The Bar Olympics at Sundance Bowl
This is who I am.
Work hard, play harder, rinse, repeat, find a wheelchair (proverbial or not) if needed.
Day yesterday started at 4:14am according the muted blue glow of the alarm clock. It would end at 9:23pm due to sheer exhaustion which today my throat is telling me, "don't grab those 2 for 1 margaritas tonight at your sis-in-law's birthday dinner".
But, I'll ignore that.
One thing that has gotten me this far is time management, especially this quarter with a full four 4000 level classload. Bed before 9:30pm every night, only exception is Saturday and only then if work is done to a certain point. Playing with kids for at least an hour a night as getting sucked into social media can happen after they are tucked in. Help around the house as much as possible. As last night despite sending in a concerned customer service call to Comcast about value for what I'm paying (and getting double the amount of channels, internet speed/usage, and free phone for what I pay now), doing a load of laundry because my daughter's bladder is on par with the Bellagio fountain show as not knowing when those streams are going to leap after she is sent off to learn about magnets and singing robots.
Yes, daddy washed the "backup" pants so you return them to school.
Because daddy doesn't want to be an invisible figure anymore. Over the past half of year, I tried a little experiment with asking them to name one thing EVERY day that they did at school. For three month I got crumbles of salad and mutters of "everything". But, now both are happy to share something different like my toothless girl's singing robots or my son's report of taxidea taxus. See example below:
Won't do this everyday, or maybe in once a week but typing a few letters on these pages may slow my sprial into the abyss of become a corporate drone. Or a bar olympics semi-pro.