I should probably be in bed and instead I'm sitting here in front of the laptop, with no clue what's going to come out of my head. Lately it seems the weekends are busier than the workweek - running kids around, odds and ends and errands, traveling out of town for various family things. What happened to rest and relaxation? I'm running a taxi service for a fifteen-year-old who doesn't tip well. (Who am I kidding, he doesn't tip at all) Meanwhile the kids get along like they were raised by wolves, giving my wife and I pause to question our parental competence. Maybe we don't know what we're doing. Maybe I'm off in never, never land, refusing to grow up.
In the meantime, we're re-doing the bathroom. By re-doing I mean paying someone to re-do the bathroom. Yeah, I'm aware of the whole do-it-yourself home repair movement and I've tried it. Really I have. And I've learned alot from these attempts, so they haven't been fruitless. Mainly I learned that when I do it myself, I'm going to spend a lot of time and a lot of money, and manage to pick up one or two unique physical injuries, so I can scream at the kids and mutter under my breath at my wife and bleed and apply band-aids and then, when I'm finally done, pay someone to come in and re-do the job I've just botched. So by cutting to the chase I figure I'm saving time, cash and heartache.
It's funny, but one thing I've learned in life is you're no idiot if you just know what you don't know. It's the guys who can't figure out what they don't know that create most of the problems. Limitations. We've all got'em. There are any number of things I'm pretty good at, and in some areas I excel. Home repair - not my bag. But at least I've figured it out. Now if I can just get a grip on this whole grown-up, parenting thing.
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