now that sounds good

It was a rough night last night; I got a pretty bleak report on how the day with the baby went when I got home last night, so I offered to take the put-down shift and the first overnight shift feeding the little monster.  Yes, pat myself on the back.  Only now I want to die I'm so tired.

I put her down a little after 11 PM, and she was up a little before 2 AM to eat.  Not too bad, but we ended up staying up until around 4, which made for a rough start for today.

Strangely, the worst part was watching an informercial for a pillow.  B/c of course that's what you're selling to insomniacs too tired to change the channel at 3 in the morning.  Whatever pillow they were selling sounded so good if I could have found my phone I think I would have even ordered a couple.  But now I can't remember what it was called, can't find any information online, so I'm starting to think it was all a fever dream I hallucinated.  I definitely fed the baby, but that's all I can be sure of at this point.

So yeah, I'm so tired and fed up at work I just applied to a job in Gary, IN of all places.  Hell, I'm already hoping to hear back from a job in Munster, why not apply to something in Gary.  Just get me the fuck out of here already.

Current beer-scale: 9.8

Yikes

Went for another ride this morning, just missed this by a couple of hours.  Yikes. 

But I keep telling myself good things happen when you ride, and the closet I get to going back to work the more I need good things to happen. 

Current beer-scale: 7.8

Why didn't I learn my lesson

I'm sitting in a garage trying not to doze off before it's time to walk to my second interview today. Apparently I didn't learn anything the last time I said no more two interview days.

At least the first interview was in the AM at UChicago, one I'm really interested in.  I brought the enthusiasm and it seemed to go well. And parking downtown let me meet the write for lunch between.

But all I wanted to do at lunch was chug a beer,  and all I want tip do now is go to sleep.  It's cold I'm tired and I don't really care about this job.  Oh well they can't all be winners.

So I'll listen to the radio for a couple more minutes,  gut this interview out,  and Jane several beers when we're all finally home tonite.

Current beer-scale: 9.1 and staying high

I am having a drink tonite.

Probably several.  And that's why I haven't used this as a writing sample in any of my job applications out there.

Current beer-scale: 9.1 & ready for it.

Aaaaaaaaaaand I'm spent

Damn.

Sunday night I managed to get to bed early, only to be awoken at 11 by a screaming toddler cutting some teeth and not very happy.  We ended up on the couch the rest of the night.  Last night class didn't even end until 10, I got home right before 11, and had to laugh when I realized I was going to bed later last night than the kid had gotten me up the night before.

I wasn't laughing for long though, b/c he was back up at about 1:30 this morning, and ended up in bed with us.  So yeah, I'm fucking exhausted and can't believe people in our school do this on a regular basis.  I don't know what I was thinking agreeing to teach a class, and then take one later in the week.  Fuck me.

Current beer-scale: a Tuesday high 8.9 & JUSTIFIED IS ON SOON.

gross

So the boy was home yesterday after having a bit of a fever Sunday night.  Nothing too high, but I didn't mind staying home an extra day.  Over the course of the day though, he started to get a few rashy bumps pop up, and he's home today again. 

Called the daycare to say he wasn't coming in again, and he's kid #7 out right now, thanks to a hand, foot, and mouth outbreak.  Dammit.  Not only does it sound like something that would make cattle sick, it probably means he's home again tomorrow.  Which is fine, b/c I was going to be home anyway thanks to his 18-month check up, but that also means he's coming with me to the vet too for the dog's senior wellness check.  That should be interesting.

Current beer-scale: a punch-drunk 3 hours sleep 7.8

so tired...

This was last weekend at Brookfield zoo.  So adorable.  I have to remember moments like this when he wakes me up at 5:30 AM and refuses to go back to sleep.

Even better, I was at the office late last night and slept like crap.  Two coffees and a slightly-too-quick bike ride in and I'm ready to call it a day.  Good thing it's not even 9:30.

Current beer-scale: 8.6 and looking for some big wave

That's kind of sad

Jeez, it took me until the middle of March to get a full 5-day week of rides into work on the bike.  That's not a good way to start the year.  But things had to clear up eventually.

A year ago it was 80 damn degrees and I was loving climate change.  This year, not so much.   ETA: As of noon it's 41 degrees out, I'll take that over below freezing.

I'm a little tired this morning.  A certain someone decided to get up around 2:30 this morning and didn't go back to sleep until after 4 AM.  Not awesome, but he was really funny about smiling at us just when we were starting to get fed up.  He knows how to get away with all sorts of crap.

When the dog and I got back from our walk, I was so tired I threw my keys in the sink and put my travel mug by my bag.  I didn't realize what I had done until I couldn't find my keys when I was ready to go.  Good times.

Current beer-scale: a weekend-friendly 8.2

I'd buy that for a dollar

It hit 70 degrees yesterday.  On Dec 3rd.  It's still in the 50's today, and the sun is actually trying to come out.  It won't last, but I'm loving it while it's here.

What I don't love?  A little boy who doesn't understand that getting less than 4 hours sleep is starting to push his father over the edge.  But then I realize that I'm honest to god someone's father, and that freaks me out enough to wake me up for a while.

Current beer-scale: 7.9.  Where's my Dark Knight blu-ray?!

life's too short

To find matching socks all the time.

Shit I must have been tired this morning.

Current beer-scale: a Friday 8. fucking 8

sleep

Oh, is that what I'm supposed to do in pajamas?  Why would I want to sleep daddy?

Seriously, the kid is killing me.  Ear infection #3 and no sleep in three days.  If ND wasn't number 1 for the next 45 days I would have been killing people on the drive to the pediatricians' office this morning.

This is the face that will haunt my nightmares.  If I ever sleep again.

 Current beer-scale: a Monday high 8.7

The thing about weddings

Yeah, you can't tell but that's how I watched last weekend's game.

And I wouldn't have cared if the NBC sports app wasn't terrible and casinos weren't designed to give you no other option than to gamble by making everything else around you terrible.

Vegas is not my kind of town.  See the drinks on the table?  One whiskey, one whiskey sour, two waters, $27.  Fuck that.  Watching the game on my phone b/c the sports book is on the complete opposite end of the casino than the wedding?  Fuck that.  Bringing my six-month old b/c the rest of the family is coming as well, only we just got him sleeping through the night and now the week after the trip has been a nightmare b/c he refuses to go back to sleeping all night?  I can't quite say "fuck that" but yes, that sucks.

Maybe my perspective is skewed but traveling for a wedding has been something I've rarely enjoyed.  And Vegas was not one of those times.  Add the idea that we're back to poor nights sleep every night since getting back and the longer I'm home the worse this trip becomes.

It's not all bad.  The baby started rolling over this week, and even though it's one more thing to watch for it's cool to see him develop.  And I am definitely continuing my recent whiskey drinking when I get home tonite.

Current beer-scale: 8.2

a beautiful sight

After a long stretch of rough nights, it was beautiful to see the little man actually close his eyes as I was getting ready to leave this morning.  Of course that made me want to scoop him up and not leave, but if I had to leave at least he seemed to be going down alright.

B/c christ almighty it's been rare.

Current beer-scale: 9.2

One more day

Four days in the car and I'm losing my mind. A guy riding his bike on the sidewalk while walking his dog almost set me completely off yesterday when I finally got home. I need to make the shift to the 'it's the holidays' mindset and get back on the bike as soon as possible.

So lets get through one more late friday and gear up for the ten day countdown to having time off.

Current-beer scale: 8.9

ETA: and 10 hours later I've called it a day and I'm waiting for a train freezing my ass off. Christ I need to go to bed.

don't fence me in

We've started packing in the hopes that we don't hit any kind of snag in the next two weeks on our close, and it's disorienting to live a simpler life while all sorts of clutter starts to surround you.

The living room is the worst part, as we try to show our place to potential tenants and convince them to imagine the place without stacks of boxes everywhere. When we saw the place it practically looked like an episode of "Hoarders," but we were moving no matter what at that point. The place was cheaper than we had been paying on Belmont & we wouldn't have anyone else in the building. We could see past piles of shit everywhere.

Ultimately that might have screwed us a bit, since we had to wait until later in the same day the old tenants moved out to move in, and have only run the place down more in two years. Without the place getting a real cleaning or re-painting two years ago it honestly was quite a shit-hole. Not a huge selling point when we're trying to show the place.

At least there's still room to park the bike upstairs, even if that meant taking the trainer off and putting everything else downstairs. We're literally down to eating frozen meals that we don't need to use pots or pans with for the next two weeks since most of our kitchen is packed. We can at least use silverware, but only with plastic plates we re-use. And I'm already wearing the same shirt for a week at a time since the washer & dryer in the basement suck, so no problem packing up my closet once I didn't have to wear anymore suits for work.

I can't complain too much, as we're nearly ready to move and our new place seems great. We just have to last through the end of the month, close, enjoy bike the drive, port most of the small stuff a day or two at a time, and then have movers handle the big stuff. Without driving the dog too crazy, and without cracking under the enormous pressure of buying a place in this market. No sweat.

Current beer-scale: 7.1

Holy crap that was a long weekend.

My dad was in town, but got in Thursday night and crashed on our couch. We dumped our futon when the 2nd bedroom got converted to a trainer/treadmill room so there was literally nowhere for him to be but he was still here from Thursday night through this morning. And it was business as usual Friday, the wife and I still went to work and I rode while he went to the Field. Saturday we went to MSI, yesterday we took a walk to buy some rye and stopped for a few afternoon drinks while the wife worked out. And he got up at 5:30 this morning to head to the train. Not too crazy but enjoyable, at least at parts. So if you heard a crazy-looking older man talking insanely loud in a museum, pizza place, liquor store, microbrew, or just out walking a dog, I'm sorry if you were offended or annoyed. Especially if he was talking about gun control or conceal/carry laws.

But Christ almighty it feels like Friday was a week ago. We slept with the door closed to keep the dog from bothering my dad but she'd still get up every hour to see if she could go out to get pets from him. By the time I was putting my crap together for today I felt so out of it you would think I had taken a 10 day vacation, not a two day weekend.

So it's huge cup of coffee time again. Last week flew by b/c I didn't want the weekend to be here, now I have to convince myself this week can do the same. I have new whiskey to drink this week too, so I have that going for me.

Current beer-scale: 3.3