Fair bag

Things I remembered to bring to the Fair this year:

• The kids
• Snacks

Things I forgot:

• Sunblock
• Anything that can stop a nosebleed.

Next time, I'm bringing my wife. She never forgets that stuff. (She was stuck at work)

Eighteen years

It's been eighteen years since my wife and I got married and that number is startling. My marriage is old enough to be considered an adult. 👀

Wake times

My kids don't sleep in. This has been true from the beginning, they never slept past a certain hour. What the wife and I decided was that if they were going to wake up at an early hour, they were going to bed at one too. 

To this day, my fifteen year old will call it a day between 7-8 and just go to bed most nights, on his own.

But they still get up early. They're all old enough that they make their own breakfast, but it's not uncommon for me to find evidence of a morning meal in the kitchen with one or more kids either quietly watching some silly show, or wrapped up on the couch having fallen back asleep. It's quite the phenomena.

Convenient bug

Got sick on Friday. Cancelled my Friday plans. Cancelled my Saturday plans. Grogged my way through my Sunday plans.

Felt perfectly fine by Sunday at 4:30 pm. Here's an accurate representation of how I feel about my body right now:

Suddenly scheduled

Every time I looked at my schedule today, I found something else on it. My sons keep remembering things that they haven't told us about. Once isn't a bother, but all of them starts to stack up. I can't get too annoyed, either, I tend to do that too.

It just means I'm not gonna look at the schedule again until I get home.

Mugs

I can handle the heat. I can handle the cold. But I hate the humidity. It feels like I'm walking through a bowl of soup today. This is normally when I quit on summer and call for an early autumn. I'm not sweating, I'm just like a glass of ice water - it's all sticking to me and running all over the place.

Willis Carrier invented air conditioning not to beat the heat, but to cut the humidity. Yes I'm right, no I'm not linking proof. Deal.

Old fashion

Back in my twenties, I got the preppiest clothing you cold get at Hot Topic. It was the right cut and style for preppy, but the colors and accoutrement of the goth kids.

It was a solid bridge and I lived on it. But then something awkward happened. I got older, and my body changed shape without my permission. Most of my amazing clothing were shelved or boxed, eventually disappearing over the years. A few items were held onto tightly, clinging to both hope and nostalgia. In fact, one of those shirts recently fit my oldest son.

I let him keep it. His school photos were taken with it.

Well recently I discovered that that shirt fit again. Which means they would all fit again, but they're all gone... somewhere. So I thought to myself, "Wouldn't hurt to go to the mall and see what they have" so off I went, looking for this:

And found this

w h a t   h a p p e n e d

I decided that maybe since I was in my 40's I should reel it in a bit anyway.