Wednesday, July 18, 2001

Sammy asked and he shall receive; a current state of the family article. This time I’m going to begin with my first wife. (Kidding, only wife, 12 years.) Liza finds herself trapped in a never-ending cycle of time commitments. I am absolutely no help, not because I can’t but because I am a giant baby who cringes at taking all three kids anywhere by myself. I know, “then why did you have 3?” This is a question I’m going to be asking myself for another year at least so your not thinking anything I haven’t slapped myself in the forehead for already. Wait a minute, this was supposed to be about the woman who has tolerated me for more than a decade, sorry honey. Not only does she handle all of the doctors appointments, shopping with all 3, and taking them to the pool every week day, (she works on weekends and there is no way… well I think you get it) she has a husband who is good for some light straightening before he heads down into his cave. The greatest gift I could give her would be to stop killing absolutely every attempt she makes at organization by being lazy. There can be nothing worse in her world than my putting away the laundry. All truly lazy people know that you jam as much as possible into a drawer and when that one will barely shut you move on to the next. As long as the sizes are roughly the same who really cares about ownership. This same theory can be applied to every section of the house with the exception of my office. I know this makes her job a lot harder and is very frustrating but. (I ended that because there is no good excuse) So, you’re lucky if you can find anything in our house. I have been officially banned from actually doing the laundry for roughly the same reasons. (that, and some poorly made cloths that were too easily ruined in my opinion) Now mix in the fact that most nights we are tagging each other at the door while I come home from work and she heads out and you could see where some of the communication is lost. On my road to improvement I am going to help organize the kids and myself because the things they learn with daddy at night aren’t the most helpful during the day. If you remember the Pink Panther movies - I get home and wait for my 3 little Kayto’s to attack. We usually spend the next hour or so wrestling, playing tag, or throwing balls around the house. Then I turn back into a parent. Truth be told this is the actual reason I do the light straighten before heading down to the computer. I have to replace my divot most nights. I truly admire my wife’s ability to handle her four children. Now we all want a dog! 12:00:00 AM    says you