During the day I work for a small electrical construction company. Most days I’m in the office going all crayola on a set of blueprints trying to figure out how much a project should cost (only to be told most of the time it was “Too high” and “We’ll keep you in mind for the next one”) . Some days, however, I don my tool belt and set off to become the sweatiest and dirtiest human that I can be.
When I come home, I turn into a superhuman babywearing-cooking-cleaning-fixing-playing action figure with an energizer battery stuck in my back. The battery usually dies by 11:30 pm, but I’m rejuvenated by the buzzing beeping nightmare of a smartphone alarm before the sun even starts to dawn, just in time to start the vicious cycle all over. Who needs sleep anyway, it’s totally a waste of time.
[Grab morning brew to get going.]
If I’m lucky, one day a month I’ll usually get a chance to sleep in until 7 or 7:30. Don’t be jealous.
In all seriousness, when I get home, I try to spend as much time as I can with my fabulously awesome daughter, Lily, and my curious and growing son, Landon. They mean the world to me, and I’ll do anything I can to help them understand that they can succeed in whatever they put their mind to, even if it means wrapping a belt around my neck as a makeshift set of reins for my daughter to practice her pony moves (gun kicking me in the kidneys because I’m going slower than the ponies go).
[Really need that end of day brew now.]
After I tuck the kids in bed, explain that it’s bedtime, turn of the lights, start downstairs, head back up and repeat two or three times… I try to dive into one of the hundred projects on my honey-do list, maybe say hi to my beautiful wife (who may or may not be comatose in a chair making buh-buh-buh noises like Goldie Hawn in Overboard) and head off to bed to get a few hours of delightfully restful sleep (insert major sarcasm here) before starting all over again.
What day is this anyway? They’re all blending together.