Here is my day so far:
7:30: wake up and stay in bed.
9:00 get out of bed and shower
9:30 daughter wakes up, meets me on couch for morning hugs
9:45 walk into town with daughter while wife remains asleep
10:00 eat breakfast with daughter (blueberry muffin, orange juice)
10:30 head up to bookstore and buy Home by Carson Ellis for daughter and Violation by Sallie Tisdale for me
11:15 head to candy store and buy one box of Nerds for daughter
11:30 head to toy store but they're not open yet
11:31 head home
11:40 arrive home to wife who is awake
11:50 open book, Marrow Island by Alexis Smith, and read while lounging on couch
12:30 wife and daughter walk into town to check on toy store. I continue to read
12:45 putting my book aside, cook a couple brats for lunch
1:00 eat them while reading book
1:15 daughter and wife come home
1:20 wife heads to bar to eat lunch and possibly drink a few cocktails of the bloody mary variety
1:21 make daughter some lunch (spaghetti)
1:30 more reading on my part, creative Barbie playing on daughter's
2:00 finish book. LOVED IT.
2:01 kick daughter's butt in Go Fish
2:20 read a couple books with daughter
2:45 wife stumbles home (not really stumbles. I was being funny)
3:00 the three of us head to beach to run away from the waves, daughter's new favorite game
3:20 head back to house because it is too windy
3:45 wife and daughter want a nap
3:46 head to store for dinner fix-ins (wife gives me a list)
4:00 have my own cocktail while out
4:10 get to store
4:15 head back to house
4:25 arrive, put stuff in fridge, kiss wife and daughter who are in bed laughing at something
4:30 surf Internet and decide to blog after one of my friends gave me shit for not writing for so long.
5:24 RIGHT NOW
5:45 post this
5:56 play with daughter (her choice of activity)
8:00 beach trip with wife and daughter to play, rest, and watch the sunset
10:00 come home and be. Read some, chat some, relax some.
So this is pretty much my life for a week. It doesn't suck.
I'll write a reflection piece on the school year pretty soon but I'm not done reflecting yet. I'll also write about my thoughts on my daughter entering kindergarten next year (fear? trepidation? shock? awe?).