Day 124:
The day didn't start out all bad, Boy'O. A little breakfast with you and Mommy, cup of coffee, read the news. Not so bad, right? Then off I go to borrow Uncle Paul's Power Washer while Mommy took you out to run some errands... No sooner had I gotten to Jennifer and Paul's house, upon backing my truck down their driveway I misjudged an opening and didn't quite see the full steel gate support that I turned directly into. Absolutely crushed the front right quarter panel of my Tahoe, Son. Seven years and 130,000 miles I've put on that truck, and nary a scratch. Today - CRUNCH!!! That will dampen your day in a hurry, Conor.
Young Nathan didn't give me much of a chance to bemoan my Tahoe circumstance though... He came out smile a'blazing! Something about a kid's smile can wash it all away, Son - for at least a moment anyway. See the above picture... Call it "Exibit A"
After playing with Nate for a time, pulling the power washer and its components together, yanking a couple of pieces of otherwise useless plastic off the Tahoe, and firing up to head back home my mind came back to the pain-in-the-rear dealing with getting a car to an auto-shop, getting a rental, etc. Ugh... Total drag.
When I got home though, the house was empty and I was ready to get to work and forget about thhe problems of the day... Nothing a little hard outdoor work can't solve, right? Well, after going 12 rounds with the Power-Washer trying to get it to respond, I finally got the thing running right... After an HOUR! Sweating, frustrated, aggravated, and FINALLY! the machine started working! After finishing that work I was ready for just about anything... About that time I heard Mommy making plans with Aunt Jennifer regarding visiting a winery with you and your little 'Cousins' and so off I went to shower...
A glass of wine would do just fine, thank you! Only drinking wine with infants and toddlers isn't exactly 'relaxing'. And look, I am NOT complaining! I loved hanging out with you and your buddies, Conor! But it's just 'different', I guess you could say. Anyhow, you were wide awake and fussy through the majority of the ordeal, though even when you're fussing you're adorable, Son! And now here I sit. You're in bed, Mommy's in bed, and I'm exhausted... Thinking I need to dumb it down a little with some TV.
And so, off I go. I love you, Son! Thanks for your smile on my tough day. Means the World, Boy'O...
-Dad
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