A blog post from Jason
Candice has been off in Boulder Colorado since Sunday, and Akilah has been staying at Grandma’s in the meantime. This leaves me, Nicholas, and Rashida alone in the house for this week, ending on Friday at something like 11 PM. Nicholas is really feeling the missing people. Every time the garage door opens or the doorbell rings, he runs around excitedly yelling “Mommy and Akilah are home! Mommy and Akilah are home!”
And all I can do is give him a big hug, and say that Mommy and Akilah will be home Saturday, and it’s only Wednesday, but we’re going to have a lot of fun with Grandpa tomorrow, and then we’re going to, um, I dunno, maybe watch A Goofy Movie four times in a row back to back on Friday (that’s eight straight Goofy Movies, for those keeping score at home).
Before you start making suggestions about what Nicholas (and presumably I) should do Friday, keep this in mind. We went to see Despicable Me with Nana on Tuesday, and it did not end well. Nico was under the impression that we were going to see Toy Story, another of his favorites (though it’s no Goofy Movie), and that kinda spoiled his whole experience.
Well, that and poop.
As it turns out, I am missing Candice and Akilah a good amount as well. I cooked dinner last night, and then I had to pack away the leftovers. Candice used to do all that! It’s horrible!
On the other hand, the good leftovers were still available when I wanted to eat them for lunch today. Candice would have typically packed them up, then put the ones she wanted to preserve for herself in an awkward and unreachable part of the refrigerator (like the vegetable bin), and I would overlook it in searching for my midnight snack.
I am, of course, kidding. We don’t have a vegetable bin.
I’m finding this “staycation” time useful for accomplishing those once or twice a year chores. You know, sweeping, vacuuming, dusting, taking out the trash.
I’m kidding again, of course. I haven’t done any of those rarely needed chores. Instead, I’ve been catching up on Farscape and memorizing A Goofy Movie, which is a much nobler endeavor. Also laundry. We’re potty training Nicholas, and there’s pee EVERYWHERE. Usually in a bed, occasionally on the side of it, once in a while under it. I’m told that girls are easier in this regard. We shall see.
Now then, what was that phone number? 38481884; no, that’s MTD. Oh right. 1800-588-2300… Empire! And my Friday is now scheduled with carpet installation (not really, I’m still trying to be funny).
