Coasting Through Life
Journal: Sunday Put-Put
I awoke this morning when the sun rose. Not because I'm poetic nor because I'm an early riser. My dog wakes up when the sun begins to rise, which means the further we get into spring and summer, the earlier that will be. The dog padded over to the bed and made a light breathy "woof." I rose and threw on some sweatpants, shirt, and a light jacket, then put him on his leash and took him for his morning pee. This was followed up by giving him dry food with a bit of treats mixed in and some water. This was all around 5:30 in the morning.
My wife and son were obviously still asleep in bed so I slipped into the living room and turned on Netflix with the volume down low. I watched a couple of Jail Birds episodes while cleaning up a bit. The house is a wreck right now. We don't have a dryer so we put everything on clothe lines which takes forever to dry. It just seems like there is no end to laundry. Not that we'd have a place to put it all if it were all washed. Well, that's not exactly true. I guess it would be better to say that my wife doesn't have enough closet/wardrobe space for all of her clothes. My son and myself seem to be just fine.
Needless to say, after a couple of episodes and a now cleaner living room and dining room, my wife and son woke up. Usually on weekends we have a pretty good breakfast layout of bacon, eggs, omelets, avocado, fresh fruits and the like, but not today. I think everyone was just a bit exhausted. We ate cereal. I realize now that I'm going to have to give my family names for the sake of this journal. For privacy purposes, let's call my wife Lena and my son Lance. So after breakfast, I changed Lance's diaper and gave him his morning meds. He supposedly has a urea cycle disorder, called OTC deficiency, which requires him to have a medication called L-Citrulline three times a day at 500 mg for each dose and a close monitoring of his protein intake. I say supposedly because the doctor and I disagree on a number of aspects concerning his symptoms and treatments. So here's the situation. You know what, never mind. I could say so much about this, it could be its own post. I promise to talk about it more in another entry.
Moving on. After breakfast, we headed to the in-laws house so that we could give a puzzle to my father-in-law. He had recently came out of a rehabilitation clinic after having a heart attack and stroke. He is getting stronger daily, but he's worked his entire life. His mobility is limited and he needs something to do that will sharpen his mind and help him redevelop his fine motor skills. Otherwise he's just sleeping and watching television all day. So we bring over the puzzle and start working the beginnings of it with him, but he seemed to have very little interest and also didn't even seem to know what to do with it. I mean he knew it was a puzzle and generally that you had to put them together. My wife said that he probably has never done a puzzle in his life, but I'm not so sure that that was the problem. I feel that the stroke somehow took something away from him mentally, because he didn't even seem to know where to begin. Most people would either try to do all of the edges first or separate them into similar colors or something. I just don't know.
We didn't stay long. We planned to go to an indoor put-put golf course with a couple of friends and another little one for Lance to play with. The put-put course was 3D with lots of different themed rooms for every 3 or 4 holes. It was honestly pretty cool, even though a bit expensive for put-put. My son absolutely loved it, but the son of my wife's friend was not a happy camper. As soon as he saw all the glow in the dark colors and stuff, he cried and wanted to leave. Not my son, he was in heaven with all the 3D animals and stuff on the walls. So much so, that when it was time to go, Lance threw an absolute fit. It was hard to get him back into the car. Part of it was being timed, I'm sure. When we got home he fell right to sleep and slept for roughly 3 1/2 hours. I slept as well, mainly because I'd woken so early this morning.
After the nap, Lena made dinner for us and my son ate like a champ. For a long time, he was very picky with his food and didn't eat much unless it was fruit. He seems to be gaining some weight finally because he likes noodles and some of those bio brands of alternative milk like coconut, almond, or wheat milk. After dinner, I changed him and we got ready to go back to the in-laws house. We took my father-in-law and my sister-in-law on a longish walk towards the forest from their house to give him a bit of exercise. My son rarely ever wanted to be in a stroller, so most of the time, in the past, I would just have to carry him. Thankfully, he likes to walk himself now and I love walking with him and putting him on my shoulders. I can't wait for his birthday. I bought him something for the mind and something for the body. The latter being his very first bike. It's meant for 2 year olds and doesn't have pedals. It's more for learning to balance and coast. Needless to say, I'm very excited for him. We tried it out at the store last week and I think he'll be ready for it.
My wife and son stayed at the in-laws and are there now. I wanted to get my work done in preparation for the upcoming week. Well want isn't exactly the word. Lesson plans are required to be submitted for the upcoming week by Monday morning at 8AM. I generally just do them on Sunday evenings along with any grading left to do. Thankfully, I didn't have much grading to do and my lesson plans took a little more than an hour. I'm using this "private time" to write this journal entry before picking them all up.
Though the day isn't over, I'm pretty sure it'll follow like this in the next hour or so. I pick up the wife and son, head home, change my son, give him meds, brush his teeth, then my wife will put him to sleep. My wife and I may get to watch a single TV show if we're lucky and then either fall asleep or possibly have a bit of "together time," if we're quiet enough. To be honest with you, nobody tells you how hard it is to be intimate with your loved one once you have a baby. Not only is privacy a rare thing, but even when you do get a bit of time, it's usually so late that you are so exhausted, that you just can't get that into it. I'm hoping that things will change once Lance goes to school in September.
Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read this and if you have any questions, comments or concerns, don't hesitate to respond. I look forward to hearing from you. P.S. I plan on labeling my future posts as either Journal, Memories, or Religion. Journals being what you just read, the memories being a collection of events from my life prior to the journal beginning with early childhood, and religion being something more of my reflections on religious texts that I've been reading... this should be VERY interesting.