My Boring Little Life

I've been sitting here for the past 36 minutes struggling to think about something worthwhile to write about. Some people call it "writer's bloc". I call it "my life is too fucking boring to write about every two days".

I'm going through the motions: "What am I feeling today? What have I discovered lately that's empowering? What kind of changes are taking place that are making me grow as a person?"

Again, I go back to: my life is boring because I have three kids, ages three and nine months, thus my day is spent toiling, driving, eating, more toiling, more eating, more toiling, driving again, more toiling, more eating, and then "Friends" reruns. Then, repeat this at 5:30 tomorrow morning. I'm not complaining. It's just the way it is.

And during that time, especially during the toiling, some amazing things happen. S started to crawl, for example. And he's a baby-ninja. He's super slow and super quiet. You look away for a second and the next thing you know, he's crawled under a table, or over to the dog's toys, or underneath the Jumparoo.

He's so proud of himself. And we're so proud of him.

For the record, G and M do amazing things, too. I'm just using this S's as an example of a beautiful interruption of life's normal rhythm.

There are sometimes that I really hate my life. Then, there are times that I absolutely love my life. Then, there are times that I don't have time to think about my life. But, not once, ever, have I regretted any choice I have made. Except for SoCo. That stuff is the devil.

There are a lot of people I know that tell me they wouldn't trade places with me for anything. "Ugh, I don't know how you do that. I love sleep too much," they say. Or "You got the reservation for 7:00? Why so early?" Or my favorite "...Sounds horrible."

1. It's not like I don't like sleep. Do you know how happy I would be if someone put me in a sleep sack in a crib and let me sleep for two hours? When you say shit like that, you sound like a callous prick. I love sleep too, but I decided to be a father and forego sleep for a couple of years. Don't condescend and don't rub it in.
2. I got it "so early" because eating like a Spaniard is eating past my bedtime. 
3. It's not horrible. It's hard work, but it's wonderful. When you make a remark like that, I have nothing more to say because you have proven yourself incapable of understanding any facets of my day-to-day existence. Now, there are times when it is horrible. Airport security, diaper-bursting diarrhea on a turbulent flight, mixing a bottle in an airplane seat while your son bellows so loud he might cause the oxygen masks to drop, pretty much anything to do with flying with three little kids, peeling bits of puke off of sheets before throwing them in the was at 2 AM, etc. That is all horrible. But, when I say "this morning, I woke up a little late, so I had to shave in the shower, get the twins up and changed, get G up, put her in underpants, burp the twins, put coffee on for R and me, and breakfast on for the kids" and you respond with "...sounds awful," you're telling me you think my life sounds awful. Ergo, at that point, I will do everything in my power to stop conversing with you, including faking a seizure.

No one held a gun to my head. I didn't sign a contract that said I would get married and have kids. Well, I technically did at my wedding. But, the bottom line is I chose this life. 

When I met R, I knew very early on that she was the person with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I never thought that I was throwing my life away and jumping into a pit of "boringhood". I chose my future. And if that means what some people - hey, including me sometimes - would call a boring life, then I love my boring little life.

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