So I got laid off a few weeks ago, right? Which meant I had a bit more time on my hands, so I’m like “Hey, let’s start a blog.” Then a week after that my son’s summer school ended, and all that free time went to watching him all day.
Which, don’t get me wrong, was awesome. I’ve spent the entire time since he was born working full-time, often with stupid-long commutes and for the last couple of years, weekend hours as well. I think most working parents can relate to the situation where your child (or children, depending) spends more time with other people than they do with you. In my case, I would get him on the bus in the morning, and then get home around 6:30 at night, where we would eat dinner, play for a little while and then he’d get ready for bed. Lather, rinse, repeat.
And you know what? That fucking sucks. Non-parents can’t really comprehend the feelings of parental inadequacy often involved in making ends meet. It’s always in the back of your head and just grinds you down.
So the last few weeks have been an absolute blast for me. I can’t speak for him, but I think he’d agree. We hung out, played video games, made trips to parks and the library, built things with Legos, drew pictures in chalk on the driveway, read books, he started learning how to skateboard, all sorts of generally-awesome shit.
Today, however, marked his first day back to school. Well, it was a half-day, so he was home early. And now that I have a bit more free time on my hands, I’m back to writing this (amongst other projects).
And that’s that, at least for the time being. Time to get back to writing my artist’s statement for a juried art show I’m applying for. Let the good times roll.