Reading some of my old posts, reminded me that at one time, I used this blog simply to record the doings of my day. The days are rather un-extraordinary by any means. However, I felt, and still feel, some need to chronicle my life for posterity. So that my descendants will be able to one day read about what life was like at this time in history. The process of writing such entries is quite cathartic for me as well.

Yesterday, I drove to the office, came home a little early, arriving at 5 pm. was annoyed at wifey cuz she had been drinking, smoking and hanging out w/ her sister rather than making dinner. I never get to hang out, why should she? I know this sounds ridiculous as I write it but that is how I felt.

So as wifey started making a dinner of tacos, I rode my decrepit old mt. bike to the nearby mini=grocery store w/ my 3 yr old sun in his kid seat. we picked up some salsa for the tacos and shredded mozzarella cheese for homemade pizzas and the like later in the week. We had dinner with all of the kids, asking each person at the table to relate one thing, anything, that happened in their day. this is a little corny but the older kids, now 7 and 8, are so used to it that they volunteer to tell all about their day. My hope is that one day it will be the kind of family ritual that will yield well grounded kids. Who knows, in 15 years, the kids could be rolling their eyes with each other about their corny Dad and his stupid attempt at dinner conversation.

Then I read with the 3 yr old from our big book of Thomas the Tank Engine stories. It is a hard cover book that the older kids and I used to read from a couple of years back. It was strange to be on the floor, reading animatedly to my 3 yr old while my 7 and 8 yr olds (whom I was reading this very book to only a few years ago!) were sitting on the couch or comfy chair and reading their own books by themselves. wow.

While pondering this momentarily last night, I wondered what the 2 older kids were thinking about the situation. did they think that the 3 yr old and I were just reading some boring old "little kid" book? Or did they realize the perspective that they were once reading that book too. Or most likely, they did not ponder this situation at all but were thinking other things entirely.

I came up to the office about 7:30 when the 3 yr old went to bed. Amazingly, her did not put up a fit. I worked on TNC stuff and some freelance work until 10. Read the old book Flame in the Dark about King Alfred of England during the Viking invasions until midnight. A nice change from the Rich Dad finance books I have been reading lately.

When I came to bed after midnight, my 8 yr old daughter was asleep on our floor under a blanket. This happens sometimes so I covered her in a couple extra blankets as the windows were open with cool air flowing in.

Wifey was snoring so loudly that I went to sleep in the guest room. She has been snoring allot lately. since she wakes up with the baby twice nightly for feedings, I did not have the heart to wake her up and demand that she roll over or otherwise stop snoring. By morning, when Fred the dog woke me up at 7:30 am to be let out, our 3 yr old had assumed sleeping in my spot in my bed. Geeze.