Sadly, there hasn’t been a whole lot of gaming to speak of lately, so the above picture is a bit of a misnomer. But it’s Friday and I don’t have a “Completely Worn Out Friday” graphic.
Honestly, I haven’t had time to do much at all. My life is neatly divided between working in an office and trying like hell to keep the infant in my house from wailing.
That’s it. That’s what I do.
Jen and I tried to schedule a real dinner out last night (with a waiter and everything!), and planned to leave the little girl with my mother. As it turns out, Daphne had other plans and went DEFCON 1 at the precise moment that we handed her off to her grandmother and started to leave the house.
Bottles didn’t work. Walking her on my shoulder didn’t work. Bouncing, play yards, swings, toys…none of them could talk her off the ledge. She just screamed, nonstop, until Jen finally started nursing her again and she (reluctantly) settled down.
At that point it was 8:30, and we would’ve had to fly to the restaurant to make it there before they stopped seating.
There was a brief discussion of going somewhere closer, but the second Jen so much as jostled Daphne she’d start freaking out again, and so we gave the whole thing up. I made a plate of ground beef with taco seasoning on it and went directly to bed, disconsolate.
And I’ll be the first to say that I was unreasonably crushed by this whole exchange.
I’d been looking forward to acting like a real couple again, even if it was just for an hour or so, and going out to dinner. Alas, it seems that was asking too much. Something as simple as having a normal meal with my wife had become off limits, and it was evident that I’d become chained to this suburban tract home in whatever time that I wasn’t chained to my desk at work.
See? Poor, pitiful, Jer… A healthy daughter, beautiful wife, a well-paying job, and a 3,000 sq. ft. home, and he’s whining that he can’t go get Tex-Mex.
Yeah. I’m that guy.
See you Monday.
Apparently mornings are a better time…