The Way Things Go

So I have been Sick and Busy. Busy and Sick. Sick of being Busy, but still Busy being Sick.

I suppose I have been trying to tell some stories, but I really haven't begun to tell stories. All of this just seems like introductions. Like I am trying show you these people that I have run into so when I do tell stories and they come up(as they invariably will) I can just link to their 'Introduction' and leave it at that.

I am also referencing a 'you' that in all probability does not exist.

There have been groups of people who did not believe that I existed. So I guess that is only fair. Just because I believe that 'you' do not exist doesn't that 'you' have to listen to me. Never stopped me from existing. Of course, I could have just been peeved at their lack of faith and came into being from sheer orneriness. Showed them good, I did. Doesn't matter that they saw truth in all the make believe or that they disregarded the absurdity of truth.

Just kind of flailing at the moment. Insomnia back again to wreck my daytimes. Exhausted all through the day and after I finally get my kids to sleep, a switch flips somewhere deep inside me and I can't seem to find the sleep my mind and body had been so recently begging for.

Bah.

That is my youngest boy's first word. An all purpose word in fact. Such a range of meaning within that tiny syllable. I told my Mom about it. She sarcastically commented, "I wonder where he got that from?"

My children are doomed.

I am such a goofy bastard. I am sure that it is going to become miserably embarrassing for them. Probably soon.

I sigh. I will get frustrated by all around me and sigh. Oh don't get me wrong, I curse and yell and rant and rave, but mostly what I do when in public is sigh. My oldest has picked that up. He is even able to inflect the tones of disgust that I fill my sighs with. I sigh a lot.

I named my oldest after my Dad. Many people think that I named him after me. I don't believe that I am that much of an egoist(I am writing a blog for no apparent reason, I guess there may be some egoism in there). My Mom named me after my Dad, and I thought it was a fine thing to do. It does tend to cause some confusions. Not as much for me as for my Wife. She claims to get some odd reactions from people that she talks to, mainly co-workers that have met me on occasion. There have been a couple of awkward moments where she has been talking to someone about the fact that she was giving our oldest a bath. She of course referenced him by his name. Just happens to be my name too, so suddenly they have a few moments where they believe that my Wife has suddenly taken the conversation out of bounds a bit by talking about giving me a bath. My personal favourite happened just a few days ago.

My Wife - "So ***** has a girlfriend."

Female Co-Worker - "I'm going to kick his ass!!!"

It is easier for me. I have never been in the habit of referring to myself in third person so whenever I say something like that there is no confusion. Plus it is one less name that I have to remember.


Anyway, I should try again to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another long day of exhaustion. My sleep schedule always seems to go wonky when my Wife isn't here. I can't wait for her to get back.