Wednesday, December 4, 2013

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Left to right: Christopher and Nico at the local park


December 4th, 2013

School is a pleasant break for any parent. I’m no exception. It’s six hours of total bliss while my sons are in school. For the first three hours the pressure is off my back. And the feeling is amazing! I’m able to what I want in those three hours without any pressure.

Home Depot. Check. Doctor. Check. Breakfast. Check. Running around the house, naked. Check. But the bliss is slowly squeezed out by the last three hours of time. I countdown those remaining minutes like a man about to be executed. I feel like Tom Hanks in Captain Phillips with this pressure. Not too much pressure, however.

“Okay three hours until I pick my sons up. Maybe I should nap. I could sleep to restore my energy so I can take my boys to the park and we can run in the wide-open spaces. That sounds great! No wait. Thinking about open spaces the walls in the bedroom is so bare. I could paint the spare room.

I mean the time is perfect. The boys won’t get wet paint on them. I wouldn’t have to show them how to paint. I could just do it and be done before they get home. I mean painting is relaxing. And what better way to pain while I listen to music. Hmm music.

I could put on my headphones and listen to music. That would motivate me to walk around the block. Hell, I’ll take my dogs with me and exercise them, too! It’s perfect. Now where did I place those dog leashes?

Hmm. I didn’t place them by the door. They aren’t in the kitchen. Damn. No leashes. Well, I don’t want to walk by myself now, especially if I can’t walk my dogs. They’d be sad. Look at them wagging their tail. Sorry Champ, no leashes. I won’t walk. But since I’m in the kitchen I can make something to eat.

This way I can eat in peace without my boys climbing on me. I could actually drink a glass of whatever I wanted without sharing whatever it is with one of my sons. Food and drinks all to myself it’s almost a fantasy. Forget that. I’ll go out to lunch!

Why cook when I can go to a restaurant and enjoy a hot plate of food. To be served by someone else other then my own hand it quite tempting, Yes, a table for one. Give me everything on the menu! Sounds wonderful. But I would have to rush and eat in order to get a good spot in the student pick-up line. If I don’t get a good spot I’ll wait forever in line. Besides I want to beat that lady in her Ford SUV. I can’t let her get there first to pick up her kid. But I don’t want to rush lunch. Besides I have food here. I can eat here and relax while I watch television.

I’ll make peanut butter and jelly. It’s fast to make and I find it delicious. I can wash it down with a cold glass of milk. Wait! I can take a bit of my sandwich while simultaneously taking a gulp of milk. I can then swish it around in my mouth before I swallow. Sounds like a plan.

Peanut butter. Check. Jelly. Check. Milk, cold. Check. HBO on, check. Good movie on. Check. I’m ready to enjoy the rest of my time. Time? What time is it? Shit! I gotta go. Time to get my boys.” 


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