Before we get started I wanted to take the time to thank al the veterans out there that served our country. America is the greatest country in the world and these ladies and gentlemen helped make it that way. So, thank you.
So we are headed into the backstretch of the year. I survived Halloween and ate 80% of my kid’s candy. The pile gets smaller and smaller by the day, and I’m waiting for Cameron to call me a fat bastard and say I owe him some candy.
Right before Halloween, I celebrated my anniversary with my wife. For those who know me, you probably think my wife is an angel for putting up with me for as long as she has. But she knows she has a good thing with me and will always admit it when I’m around.
We really are very opposite people. But that works in life. But a day doesn’t go by where she just looks at me and says, “why?” “What were you thinking?” “Do you need to lift your leg when you do that?” Just the other day I got grief from her because I’m a registered independent voter.
Just to show you how amazing she is, she doesn’t worry/stress over almost anything that I stress about. I stress over how much the kids eat, where to go on vacation, how messy the house is (NOT A NEAT FREAK), shit, I was stressed out about meeting my donation goals for my charity walk. She always says I worry about things that I shouldn’t and to just relax. She’s probably right.
Fuck, just tonight I was freaking out because I had a muscle spasm above my eye. I fucking hate when I get those.
Like the philosopher, Jay Z said: I got 99 problems…
I have never been happier in my life, and at the same time, never been more stressed/tired.
Some things in life are so simple, yet we tend to over-analyze and stress about them. Maybe stopping for a minute, looking at the situation from outside yourself could lead to a simpler less stressful life. Here are some minor examples of how I stress myself.
Some of my stress, I ask for myself. When I am rushing to leave the house in the morning or to be somewhere specific, I have this stupid fucking tendency to put my phone down in places I would never think to look (on top of the coffee maker). Or the time I put my black phone on the black leather couch… I ran up and down the stairs six times looking for it. It’s pretty much the extent of my exercise these days. The best is when the kids are here, and the peanut gallery (Cameron) start “suggesting” where it is.
Tonight I noticed there was no milk in the house. It’s too late to go get some, so I will offer the kids something for breakfast that doesn’t require milk. But I know that Cameron will immediately ask for cereal because he has that sixth sense that there’s no milk in the house. He refuses to eat yogurt (whereas Brady would eat/drink yogurt at every meal if he could), so he will start lecturing me on why I should always have milk in the house. I’ll be his punching bag for insults. Again, things I could avoid to avoid stress.
There are just so many things in life that can bring on stress: work, money, kids, rooting for shitty sports teams, it’s everywhere. No escape.
It seems like every day in life we take on more and more responsibilities. As I’m getting older, I’m forgetting to do everything. I have to put ten reminders on my phone, just to remember to take out the compost bucket every Wednesday.
All these activities, work, and kids shit, makes my weekends shorter and shorter. I’m pretty sure that the shit I put in the front yard for Halloween will be there till Christmas. People are already probably driving by thinking I’m a lazy bastard.
I had a few drinks with a good friend a few weeks back. I hadn’t seen him in a while. Our first discussion was about how tired we are all the time… we had about 5 beers and were out till about 11. I was hungover and tired for three days after that. What happened to me?
Native New Yorker, now living in Connecticut. Husband, and father of two amazing boys. Kidney transplant recipient, and a big supporter of organ donation #donatelife. Mortgage banker, but not by choice. In my free time, I enjoy golf, reading (especially presidential biographies), and finding that hole in the wall restaurant that has great food.