Sigh.

I am a cliche.

You know all those movies or tv shows like Mr. Mom? They depict the father as a fumbling buffoon unable to competently care for their children like the mother does. I hate those.

Except….uh, yeah….that's me.

This morning was a tad rough.

I had the alarm set for 6:15. Owen woke me up telling me it was 6:50. I screeched and said, "SIX-FIFTY, ARE YOU SURE?" He said, "oh, oops, I meant 5:50." I sighed and slumped back into my pillow and said, "o.k…wake me up in ten minutes at 6:00" and I happily drifted back to sleep. I began drifting in and out of sleep and thinking, "where's Owen?" Finally I rolled over to Ernie's side of the bed and pushed down the top of the Anakin Star Wars Lego clock and it said 6:52. I leapt out of bed screaming "OWEN, OWEN, why didn't you wake me?" He trotted up the stairs and said, "well, I thought I would let you sleep the way Daddy does." Oh.

I gotta say….both boys had gotten their own breakfasts and Owen helped me put their lunches together and agreed to walk to school on his own so I could take a shower. I admit I'm wearing the same dress I wore yesterday but at least I'm clean….and miraculously enough both boys got to school on time and I managed to squeeze in getting gas and still get to work on time.

Geesh.

We miss Ernie.

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Audrey Auld

 

 

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Audrey with C-U native Tom Thady

 

 

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He finished the night out with Kevin Gordon at the Family Wash and fell madly in love with Paul Griffiths' drumming…

 

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Living Life One Cliche at a Time”

  3. Another cliche is how the house goes to hell when you’re having some painting done. Can’t find my book. Can’t play a CD (system unhooked, lying in shambles somewhere). Can’t find the cat. The painters left yesterday. The smell is still making me headachey. Things should be back to normal by Halloween. Maybe.

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  4. Another cliche is how the house goes to hell when you’re having some painting done. Can’t find my book. Can’t play a CD (system unhooked, lying in shambles somewhere). Can’t find the cat. The painters left yesterday. The smell is still making me headachey. Things should be back to normal by Halloween. Maybe.

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