NJ is closing in on hour No. 3 of a stupendous afternoon nap. I crashed on the floor next to her swing and just roused myself awake. The day is almost over and I am groggy, part of my beard is damp from sleep drool, I have a headache and a back ache, and -- as the dog-turd-in-my-mouth taste confirms -- I just realized that I never brushed my teeth this morning.
This is getting to be pretty darn glamorous.
Today, I am putting down an ice rink for the boy. Big sheet of plastic scrounged from a farmer friend, along with 150 feet of hose, and water running and degrees chillin'. Yes, yes, it's cold. The things we do for the love of our spawn. Only parents truly get this.
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