Thursday, October 16, 2008

Why I Sometimes Feel Old

It has been a very long week. I have just worked an 11-hour day and I have to rush in grab Alissa and go to soccer practice.

Austin is eager to talk to me about something, “Dad, can I tell you about my homework!” “Dude, tell me in 90 minutes,” I said as I walked out the door.

90 minutes later, to the second, I walk through the front door, prepared for excited greetings from dogs and son. The poor dogs had to wait their turn as Austin leapt from the couch with a report in his hand.

It is times like this that I have to take a deep breath and compose myself. My first thought is, “Take a chill pill Austin! I’ve had a long day and just want to veg-out for the rest of the night.” But I know he is just happy dad is home and he wants to share his day with me. He is not much different than the dogs, and I think that’s a good thing. I really love my dogs.

“Dad we did a report on Iraq today!”
“Oh yeah, did you talk about the war?”
“You knew about the war?”
“I heard about it.”
“It started March 20th, 2003”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Did you know that Iraq used to be a place called Mesopotamia?”
“Yes, I did.” Really, I did.
“Oh, is that because it was Mesopotamia when you were a kid?”
Cracks open a beer.

“Yes, Iraq was Mesopotamia when I was a kid.”


Dave said...

Oooooooffff. Low blow. Hahahaha

Guinevere said...

A sucker punch right to the gut...and he didn't even know it! Classic! LOL

Patty O said...

So that would make you how old? At least five or six thousand years.

Natalie said...

Sounds like the kind of days I have only I have to smile and listen to G-Man go on and on and on and on and... freakin'.... on... about football stats. It's really cool that he knows all of this stuff (that I could care less about and have to do my very best to have a "Wow! That's Great!" look on my face) and, every day, he must update me. Yowzer.

Ain't love grand?