My wife is a hotshot big deal big time stone cold killer....in the children's museum world and occasionally she gets invited to attend a conference that all the other assassins of the experiential learning community we be at. When that happens, I schedule that week off work, mark it on the calendar and as it draws near, I start shaking in my boots. I mean sure I can make meals, do the laundry and wipe the occasional butt when I have to but an entire week alone with them day and night is daunting. A couple weeks out, I started to think of things to do with them. The Airplane park, named for the Vietnam era fighter/bomber that is retired there, is one of their favorites. The Magic House, an hour drive but well worth it, is fantastic and since we are members I put it on the list as well. I also put a trip to Nana's house on the list as a maybe.
The week before my wife left, I trained up the man who would be taking my place at work for the week. Good Ole Leonard. A good dude but BadTwinDad he was not. I gave him my number and told him to call me if he needed advice. The weekend before, we took the boys to the zoo for a nice family fun day. We fed stingrays, saw the lions, I goofed on the pandas(worst animal ever), and we generally had a great time.
My bride, my teammate, my best friend, my everything left in the middle of the night to fly to Pasadena. The next morning at breakfast, all the questions started about where she was, what was she doing, why didn't we get to go and what were the presents she was going to bring home. Henry was beside himself that he didn't get to go to "Calinflorida" as he called it. Can you imagine if that was a real state? Disney World and Disney Land in the same state? Madness. I convinced everyone that Mommy would be home soon and that we would get along just fine until she returned. One thing I needed to get done was getting the shed cleaned out. A big job especially with the boys "helping". So we went to get some heavy duty trash bags and the deal was if they were good in the store, the airplane park would be their reward. To avoid a fight I jammed all there asses in the race car cart and swiftly found our trash bags and got the hell out of there. As we arrived at the park, the airplane greeted us.
The playground is huge and pretty cool. I brought water for everyone and some pretzels and wipes which I packed in my Maxpedition Jumbo Versipack, Black (Man purse) which usually contains camera equipment, but for this week would carry kid essentials. We played for at least an hour and a half, but around the hour mark, an army of ten year olds descended upon the playground making it super crazy and difficult to spot all 3 boys in the crowd. I forgot to mention that Leonard had been calling and texting all day which made me regret giving him my number. I decided I'd had enough and got the boys in the car. I also decided the idea of making lunch when we got home could go to hell and got everyone McDonalds which was half consumed, half spread all over the car. When we got home, yes I turned the TV on and parked there butts in front of it. I cleaned up the house and talked to Leonard a few more times and made spaghetti for dinner.
The next day the rain started and pretty much stuck around for a day in a half after that. Floods were happening all around the area and I received a text from work that said due to the floods we would be required to work on the weekend. This really bothered me as I was supposed to be on vacation. In fact, it bothered me so much I started applying for jobs and wasn't sleeping well. Mind you, this job had been bothering me for sometime, this was just the icing on the bullshit they had been feeding me for months. My men and I had managed to get the shed cleaned out and sorted and were having a pretty good time. I just couldn't shake my misgivings of my job. You would think with all of the Daniel Tiger on TV and potty accidents in the bathroom I wouldn't have time to think of anything else but work was really in my head. Thursday of that week, around lunchtime, I got a phone call that changed everything. A job offer. I couldn't believe it. Immediately I called Abby to talk about it and even though I would be taking a pay cut, we both agreed that it would be best for everyone if I accepted the job. No more unexpected Saturdays. No more working nonstop for the five weeks before Christmas! As I reflect on that week I have a couple questions and answers. Did the kids watch to much TV? They certainly did. Did they more chicken nuggets than normal? Hell yes! Are they better off with a dad who isn't stressed about work constantly and loosing sleep over it? Yes because I'm not only not stressing about work I'm sleeping like a baby and I built them a tree house.
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