Incoherent Keyboard Bashing
Posts tagged kids
Birthday Bash
Aug 14th
It was my son’s 5th birthday party today (his birthday is tomorrow). What fun it was to have a house full of screaming 5 year olds — it was only for 2 hours. That theory of relativity is a funny thing. Those 2 hours felt like a lifetime. Yeesh! At least the jumping castle I organised kept them busy, and tired them out, good and proper. 
The end is nigh…
Dec 29th
… The end of the year, that is.
Wow, what happened to it? Did the whole thing just go by when I blinked? I guess I’d better stop blinking then. I need to slow down and smell the roses a bit. There’s just too much happening (in my life) right now.
My son had his 4th birthday in August. My daughter will be 2 on 1 April… I’ll be hitting the big three-oh in March. Fuck, what happened?
My daughter has been randomly bashing my wife’s computer’s keyboard while I type this. I swear, I have seen Windows do things I’ve never seen in my life before.
For, eg, it has now restarted twice, and both times Windows has returned to the Welcome screen with the same info (2 programs running) on my wife’s login. It’s like a hibernation reset or something. Weird. And this time round, she somehow paused the Windows startup, so that it shows you a message that Windows restoration has been paused, continue, or delete restoration data & return to the system menu. Wtf?
Ahh well. Kids. Gotta love em.
Chili Sauce
Oct 4th
Sometimes I think that Dads develop a taste for chili sauce just to prevent their kids having a go at their food.
At least it’s effective
Fuck
Jun 29th
I’m just so goddamn frustrated, and I don’t know why. Everything is annoying me today, even the kids are getting on my nerves. Thankfully there’s one in bed. Just waiting for him to go to sleep before we try put the baby down.
Maybe I should just go and write. I’ll climb into bed with the notebook and see what I come out with.
I need to copy some mp3’s over to the notebook first. Music is always good for the soul.
G’night.
Amazing weekend…sort of
Mar 16th
This past weekend was quite different from recent past weekends. For one thing, we were both up early on Saturday with the kids, and we were out of the house to go shopping for things. It was a planned event. Usually that kind of thing just doesn’t happen. The funny thing is, we just happened to notice that our daughter sprouted her first tooth. No mess, no fuss. It was suddenly there on Saturday morning. Cool.
I had to be up at 03h30 on Sunday morning so that I could be at work around 04h30 to begin testing some systems at 05h00.
Anyway, the testing went well, and I was home again by 07h30. To make a long story short, I didn’t get a chance to get some sleep until around 22h00. Gah. I got home, had breakfast, we went out shopping. Shortly before we left, my daughter decided it would be a good time to take her first(!) steps. Came home, decided to drop the kids off at my in-laws, so that my wife and I could get some sleep.
We get back home, and I’m literally preparing to get back into bed, when we start talking about the impending renovation of our bathroom. So I decide to forego sleep so that we can go back to the tile store we were at on Saturday to do a further look around.
We finish that, fetch the kids on our way home, and by the time we get home, it’s 20 mins until Gav & Amore arrive for tea/supper.
It was a great evening. I don’t know how the hell I didn’t just keel over from tiredness. I didn’t feel really tired until I got into bed, which for me is unusual. It must have been the vitamins I started taking the previous week.
So I’m dozing off Sunday night… after having been awake since 03h30. And my phone goes off. A message from Gav, thanking us for the evening. I respond by telling him no problem, now fuck off I’m trying to sleep. I doze off again. Beep. Damn. Gav again with Some innocuous reply. Fucker. Stupidly, I respond. Doze off again. Beep. Grrr. Gav again, with some other drivel which I’m sure he thought was funny at the time. I didn’t. I threatened his work email. Beep. Ahh screw it. I ignore it, and finally, finally, finally, fall asleep.
I still haven’t quite recovered.
Hafta watch myself
Mar 16th
There’s one thing I’ve learned about being a parent. Man, you have to watch what you say when the kids are around. I’m going to have to consciously watch my language around them. I heard my son yelling ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ this evening. Talk about your hair standing on end. After carefully telling him not to use words like that, I gave myself a mental slap. It’s my own damn fault. I know I’ve been swearing too much lately. I’m quite conscious of doing it, and every time I do it, I tell myself that I need to watch what I say… and do I? No.