Monday, June 04, 2007
Having kids is such a joy. I went from celebrated rock star to cleaning up puke in about 24 hours. Here's how this morning went down; I felt a little old and crabby when I got up to make sure Nathan got on the bus in time. At 7am I asked the future underwear model what time he was planning on putting his clothes on. He said "7 oh 5". OK, so I go to back to lay down for 5 measly minutes when I hear a retching sound coming from the dining room. Sure enough he's spraying Cocoa Pebbles and chocolate milk all over the hall floor. About that time the bus pulls up, "Sorry Dad, I love you!" and he runs out, hops on the bus and leaves me with the goods. Humbling.