Breaking down…

Or is it breaking up. Or is there a difference between the two.

I have no clue. But I’ve honestly enjoyed doing yardwork this early spring. We’re not tackling too much. Raking out flower beds, putting a larger garden in the front. Maybe moving some rocks around and setting up a bigger play area for the girls.

But what I’ve enjoyed most is taking apart (I almost said breaking down) our stick pile that’s been growing for the last 5 years. It was there when we moved in 5 years ago. And we’ve added to it over the years.

We initially thought we’d be burning a lot more or having a lot more evening fires. But we haven’t reached that state yet.

So I’m pulling apart all of the branches from this giant pile and separating them into twigs starters, smaller sticks, bigger sticks and ones that need to be cut up a little more.

Instead of one big pile, there’s four smaller ones in our backyard right now. However, breaking them apart like this will allow me to tie them up with some twine and have easier accessible firewood.

It’s long and annoying and I’m not sure what I’m achieving other than moving the pile from one place to another, but it’s kind of enjoyable and that monotonous sort of way.

One Tooth Less

Another morning where I hoped to run but didn’t. Not the best start to the week. Morning exercise takes several days in a row to get used to, but is ridiculously easy to fall out of, at least for me.

This morning’s excuses ran from my jaw was sore, Marceline was up multiple times last night – including almost an hour at 3am, bedtime lasted hours last night, all the way to tomorrow morning will be easier.

Sigh. Those are all horrible excuses. I enjoy running and it shouldn’t be this hard to do it regularly.

Interestingly, aside from being sore, and feeling really weird, my lack of tooth doesn’t hurt. Similarly to how I remember my jaw feeling after getting my wisdom teeth out 20 years ago. Nice to know my pain tolerances haven’t changed much.

Didn’t run

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 .

Dinner Time

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

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.

Tired

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.