Category: Daily Life

These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.

Didn’t run

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I wanted to run this morning… Well more accurate would be I wanted to want to run.

But at 5:45 Edith did her sit up and search for a cuddle partner. Sam was in the other room (not sure if it was Marceline’s coughing or my snoring that drove her out to get sleep in the other room), so Edith slothed over to me and put her head on my chest and eventually get back asleep.

Combine that with some mild nervousness over going to the oral surgeon this morning to get a tooth pulled (one of my molars root cracked and is infected) and I both didn’t fall back asleep but couldn’t get myself out of bed to run.

I did get out of bed by 6:30, have showered, had morning coffee, unloaded and loaded the dishwasher and started folding the never ending pile of laundry before stopping to write this post. So it wasn’t unproductive, just not everything I wanted for this morning.

But morning cuddles, always nice .

The Wilshire

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A few years ago Sam and I discovered a local sandwich around the corner from the apartment we lived in.

I say a few years ago, but at this point it’s been nearly a decade since we’ve been there.

But Gabe’s Deli was a gem.  The perfect corner sandwich place. And the perfect sandwich was called The Wilshire.

The Wilshire was a turkey sandwich with LTO (lettuce, tomato, and onion), havarti cheese and mayonnaise on a ciabatta roll.

Perfect lunch

Doesn’t sound like anything special but wow was it delicious. And thankfully reproducible. Because Gabe’s sadly went out of business years ago.

Dinner Time

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Some evenings, making dinner.is the longest part of the day. We eat at 4:30 or 5, and despite a typical afternoon snack at 3, they girls act like they are starving to death while I’m cooking

Marceline will.come in and out of the kitchen asking if she can have this or that. “Dad I’m hungry!” is a perpetual refrain. My dad joke of “Hi hungry,” has been getting groans for months. Groans… From a 3 year old!

Dinner Time

Edith on the other hand, will stand in the kitchen pulling on my pants, screaming until food is ready. After a day of running around, cleaning the house and watching the girls it’s pretty much everything I don’t want to happen at that moment.

Which makes cooking dinner exactly the most tiring part of most days.

Quiet showers

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I love my morning showers. Probably now, as a stay at home.dad, than I did before. I think morning showers force me to get up and get dressed and have some semblance of normalcy to my day that was missing by not going to work every morning.

Because for a long time there wasn’t necessarily a reason to leave the house every day. It was super easy that just stay in my pajamas all day long.

Now however, a quiet early morning shower except for the longest on interrupted alone time I get each day.

And I know taking cold showers is supposed to be good for your body, but I crank the heat up as much as our hot water tank will allow.

I also know that I say a quiet morning shower, but I totally listen to music or a show or the radio or something while I’m showering.

Early morning run… 2

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The idea was I get up, drive Sam’s car to the auto shop and use the drop box and run the two miles back to our house before anyone else wakes up in household.

And success.

Also bone conducting headphones were a big win on the run. Comfortable, heard everything around me, sounded great.

Tired

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Edith seems to go back and forth between sleeping through the night and deciding to stay awake for multiple hours a night.

After about 20 minutes between Sam and I, coughing because she has night coughs, I got her up out of our bed and moved to the girls room with her. As soon as we laid down she said “milk,” so I got her some and she passed out sometime in the next hour.

I refuse to acknowledge time passing, but it was around 3am when it was finally quiet and I got back to sleep.