Hey, you.

I’m pretty sure I’m out of the running for Dad of the Year. I might be up for a Razzie for Dad of the Year. If there was such a thing.

Today was nice. I was up at 6 to run (after staying up way too late messing with my netbook that is acting up), did some grocery shopping and laundry. Still adjusting to getting stuff just for me, and I am happy to report I bought myself some new underwear. I know how you worry, interwebs. I made sure to buy some Kid Food, too, since apparently they have not lost their appetite as I have at this time.

My kids came over this afternoon to swim (because there is a pool here and they Must Swim In Every New Pool) and I only offended two of the three somehow before they left. My daughter even rode her bike BACK over here to bring me a gift, a picture of me and my kids, and of course to get her sunglasses which she forgot the first time she left.

I still fall apart when the kids leave. I don’t know if that will ever stop, and I’m not sure it should. I keep my game face while they are here, mostly.

I called my dad tonight and talked to him a long time. He managed to not lecture me while still sounding concerned. He’s a great man.