Time To Keep It Simple serves as a record of my life as a traveler, writer, genealogist, photographer, target sports enthusiast, Rotarian, Mason, Jew, PR professional, and many other (mostly positive) things. In addition to this daily blog I am also the man behind the curtain (not named Oz) at gettingyourphil.blogspot.com and I previously blogged at fromgoytooleh.blogspot.com.
Monday, April 6, 2015
Memories To Carry Me Through Monday
was a long weekend and I really wasn’t looking forward to heading into the
office this morning. For the last three days we were out at one place or
another trying to get things done and complete some final tasks. It would have
been tiring had everything gone to plan but ended up being exhausting. There
were highs and lows with our son doing his best to go along with everything.
While he was a bit fussy and overwhelmed, we couldn’t have expected him to
handle things much better than he did. With that said, we really don’t want to
put him through another weekend like we just had.
I got up this morning it felt like I hadn’t slept in days. While my eyes may
have been closed and my body immobile, there seemed to have been little recuperation.
My body was certainly sore and my head ached. And even though my gassy son was
drowning out my alarm clock, it was still a sound that was more welcoming than
the chirp and screech emanating from my cell phone.
half cognizant of all that was going on around me, I still had those few
moments from the past few days that carry me through the morning hours. Seeing my
son being held by his cousins is something that has been a bit overdue but
happened at just the right time. While they didn’t seem quite sure what to do
when my wife placed him in their arms, their faces lit up and seared their
reaction in my memory.
night also proved to be a great ending to the long (but too short) weekend as
my son insisted on cooing at me as the paint peeling smell emanated from his
diaper. It was the first time that we heard him make those sounds and they made
me want to call out of work this morning just so I could hear them again.
Obviously, I will have to make do with the memory which carried me through my
commute this morning.
on that drive my wife called me not long after I got on the highway. I was
anticipating less than good news, when I picked up the phone I could hear the understated
excitement in her voice. Our son wasn’t just cooing, he was laughing. Even
though I wasn’t there to hear it for the first time I am glad that my wife was
able to have that ‘first experience’ and now I have something to look forward
to, something to carry me through the long Monday.